Romancing the Romantic

[Choco Berry]

 

"Star Club won't be open until 6pm but they will open in an hour for clean up. Why don't we eat lunch first? I don't remember you eating anything today."

 

Daichi spoke gently; a deep, stern yet melodic voice resonated inside the well-insulated black Audi that drove the streets of Fukushima in a decent speed. The man kept his eyes on the road as the high noon sun beamed in all its glory atop the buildings and establishments.

 

Irie sat down on the passenger seat, quiet as a mouse with his left arm resting on the car door, his hand over his mouth. He basically wasn't listening to whatever Daichi is spouting. His headache isn't going away and his hips has been nagging on him for some mentol patch or some pain killers. Takuzo sat next to his precious waka, confused if he is to butt in or just remain silent. The urge to talk to Irie prevailed.

 

"Waka. I know a nice place to have lunch. I remember when you were little, you used to like okonomiyaki and dango. They serve the best in town. I know the owner, he might give us discount!"

"Takuzo-san, aren't you just craving for it?" Daichi smirked.

"I was only giving suggestions. What do you have in mind, huh?"

"Please stop your banter. Let's go to that place Takuzo mentioned. I missed eating okonomiyaki... Funny you still remember that."

"Yes, I remember. You like getting those during festivals with your mother. Nobuko-sama... Ah. Forgive me for speaking her name so casually."

 

Irie shook his head and smiled gently at the bald yakuza. It in fact brings him back to when he was a kid where he and his mother stroll along the bright and busy streets whenever there's a festival in town and okonomiyaki was their favorite snack.

 

Daichi smirked and glanced over Irie at the rear view mirror as he stopped on a red light. The man was only in the yakuza for 10 years and he probably wasn't able to meet their group leader's wife before she passed away. Based on the stories he heard, her death wasn't because of illness but the group refused to speak more as the issue was like a plague for the Tsukishima group to avoid at any cost.

 

"Tell me more about your mother. What was she like? The way Takuzo-san spoke fondly of her, she must be a good woman."

 

The brunette beauty returned a piercing glare over the said mirror and massaged his temples. This man couldn't really shut up now, can he? Nevertheless, it's not like he didn't want talking about his mother. How he wished it was Lee he's talking with about how he adored his late mother.

 

 

"I was... always seen with my mother when I was little. I cling to her like my breathing depended on her presence. From the littlest thing I could remember, and from how the people around us describes her, I know she was a smart woman. A very commendable and virtuous one."

 

Irie looked down on his lap and smiled softly.

 

"But of course, as his child, I say she's a mother to be greatly missed. I took my mother's death as a heavy blow in my childhood. It's as if half of my being was taken away from me and will have to live on, with that missing part of me. Of course, Irumi might feel the same way.... Takuzo, can you guide Sawada-san to where that place is? I... I'm famished."

 

 

 

His little background story was abruptly put to a pause when he felt a pinch of hurt on his chest. He still can't get over the fact that the culprit of Nobuko's death was possibly one of his yakuza brothers; the one that stood out from his suspicions was Izakaya. The glint of anger reflected on Irie's eyes, getting a new found purpose finding out the true story behind his mother's death.

 

 

 

They trio arrived at the said stall, standing next to it was a ramen cart that swarmed with female spectators. The distant squeals makes Irie's head throb even more as he decided to just stay standing next to their car while Takuzo got their food. The young Tsukishima wore a new, well-fitting suit as he caught some curious glances from the passersby. He may be oblivious about it, but Irie's rather small, handsome face and slim build can catch anyone's attention, either the modern ikemen charm or his traditional Japanese beauty. But of course, the two unknown customers from that ramen shop caught the most attention.

 

 

"Damn. Those two foreigners really caused a ruckus on that ramen shop." Takuzo mumbled as he walked back, holding a bag of food for three. Irie got his share and began eating while leaning on their car.

 

"Foreigners?"

"The one is an ashen-haired man with an eye-patch. The other looked like your... boyfriend, waka."

 

Irie almost choked from his food while Takuzo hurriedly handed him water. Takuzo casually calling Lee his boyfriend is just something. Well, it's not like he's going to deny the fact.

 

"L-Lee-san?"

"Yeah. He seems pretty close with the other guy."

"I see. You guys go ahead first to Star Club. I'll catch up with you in a few."

 

 

Irie held his food close as he sneakily walked closer and hid behind a tree, confirming it was indeed Lee chatting merrily with another foreign man who is a mix of ethereal and mystic beauty. So is this his emergency? Leave Irie to get a leisurely chat with a guy? Maybe a business partner? Well, you don't treat a business partner to a cheap ramen stall. Random jealous thoughts like this made Irie munch more on his food with a pout on his face but he's determined to follow the pair wherever they go. To hell with his money collection, that can wait.

 

 

[gin]

Lee for the life of him glanced at his Uncle's way as their gigantic figures awkwardly sat at the ramen shop, clearly cramped. He was waiting for Arsen's reaction to the food as the ashen-haired male quietly scooped the soup, leaving the soggy noodles behind.

 

"You should eat it like this,"

Frustrated at how bizarre his uncle ate, Lee shoved a chopstick full of noodles to Arsen's mouth.

 

It was even unsettling how Arsen Lucca didn't even flinch at the rough treatment as he accepted the batch of noodles with a silent slurp. Despite eating the food with no gusto, Arsen Lucca looked fabulous that the girls squealed at the both of them.

 

Right, how could he forget the girls who were circling them like they were some rare animals? It was surprising how Lee managed to predict the news, 'The strange Heir of Montclaire, eating at a Ramen Shop'. That would definitely earn a call from his mother. To add with the spice, his father might have mentioned him staying away from Lucca but he couldn't find the man harmful. Mafioso be damned, the guy was thinner than him for pete's sake. Lee could break his cousin into two if he'd by any chance attack him.

 

If only he knew...

 

Done with the most awkward lunch ever, Lee, grabbed his Uncle's arm, sped away from the crowd as if hell-hounds were after them. Not breaking a sweat from their mad dash, the both of them stopped at a less crowded area.

 

"You're not just here to bring me the keys, aren't you?"

With that being said, Lucca shook his head slowly, his crimson hue glancing at the pristine establishment on the next street.

 

Fukishima Hotels and Co., the huge building in which Lee remembered that Lucca had a huge portion of stocks invested. It was one of the finest five star hotel that portrayed a renaissance feel to its architecture, expensive but worth staying for. The both of them leisurely walked towards the twenty story building. The idea of touring his uncle gone, now that he knew what his Uncle's intention was.

 

"I need to speak with the general manager,"

Lee decided not to waltzed with the topic as the both of them arrived at the reception area clearly clueless of a certain 'someone' following them, except for Lucca who presumably tried to ignored the person who was following them.

 

The receptionist might not be someone easily smitten with their looks as she stared at the two person clad in commone's clothes. "Your names, Sirs."

 

She politely stated despite the fact that she held a doubt as to whether these two were to converse the manager or just bluffing. God knows how many pranked show she'd watched, and being a foreigner isn't a good thing. She'd already imagine possible scenarios of being humiliated in international media.

 

"Wh--why if it is Monclaire-sama and Sataniato-sama, my goodness what brings the both of your here?" Despite the confident voice booming at the huge expanse of a space, Lee could see how nervous the manager was judging the way his eyes darted at the both of them hurriedly.

 

The receptionist just gawked at the drop of surnames, she should've entertain them better, she immediately approached them both, regretting her rudeness. Lee trying to appease the two that such gesture wasn't needed as they both had started gathering attention--again.

 

Trust Lee, 'attention' immediately equals to bad news.

 

Without waiting for the manager to usher them, Lucca suddenly waltzed inside the hotel, the General manager and the receptionist trailing at him like a lost puppy fearing to be punished. Lee just chuckled and followed suit. It was amusing how his crazy uncle managed to stir the staff.

 

Without further ado, the Manager reiterated their latest discussions regarding the stocks with Lee becoming a privy to the confidential topic as he listened religiously.

 

"Our investments are well-diversified because we own a mutual fund that tracks the S&P 500." Lee rolled his eyes as he listened the manager talk smug with his investments that had higher return rate.

 

"I think that's shite you're talking, Mr.--"

he earned a blank look from his ignorant uncle who knew nothing about business. The young CEO concluded that Arsen might be the type to just invest something as long as he saw the ratings getting greener.

 

"--Hatsuda, Owning a mutual fund won't compensate the revenues as you need to branch out with other investment. Take bonds , treasuries or even ETF perhaps. Wait do you even know what ETF means?"

Lee closed his left eye lazily as he heard the manager cough at the statement, looking embarrassed.

 

Apparently, looking and talking smart in front of Lee isn't going to work. After all, he's a monster in the industry and he sure as hell would devour this hotel if this man kept talking horseshit with Arsen.

 

"We need to go Arsen, my secretary will handle this."

He grabbed Arsen's hands that made the latter stumble as he accidentally leaned at Lee while losing his footing.

 

The manager tried to approach them but Lee cut him a cold glare,

"Go back to College and then we'll talk."

 

 

It was his business mode talking this time, harsh but spoke nothing but the truth.

[Choco Berry]

 

 

Irie almost broke his chopsticks as the closenessof the two foreign men increased before his eyes. It's so not liek Lee to feed anyone, heck he hasn't done that to him yet. The dark ball of jealousy started to grow inside him as he watched the two exchange sweet gestures. Or more like it was only Lee who's initiating things. The other man, lanky as he is, was quiet as a mouse. Irie couldn't see the man's face from that pitch black sunglasses he's wearing. The young yakuza heir had studied a lot of faces that could be involved in yakuza works, but he could not remember anyone in the pictures that resembles this ashen-haired guy.

 

 

"I can't believe I'm seeing this now... I promised Lee-san not to get jealous anymore but here I am..."

 

Irie didn't want jealousy to take over his mind once more but he's determined to tail on the two, until he had arrived at the Fukushima Hotel.

 

So all these was just business? Irie felt slightly relieved but still, he need to at least watch over them more to confirm that Lee isn't cheating on him... with a man.

 

 

"Wh--why if it is Monclaire-sama and Sataniato-sama, my goodness what brings the both of your here?"

 

The sound of the general manager trembling in fear by the sound of their names is ki d of amusing and familiar at the same time. Sataniato, huh? It's nothing Irie have ever heard before.

 

"...Owning a mutual fund won't compensate the revenues as you need to branch out with other investment. Take bonds , treasuries or even ETF perhaps. Wait do you even know what ETF means?"

 

Ahh. As expected of Lee, he is indeed a monster in business industry. To compare him to Irie that is a newbie in handling his own venutures would be an insult. The brunette was sitting at one empty table who pretended to read the newspaper and drink coffee in which he had paid immediately, just in case he needed to follow the stunning pair once more. He made sure he is hidden behind the huge classical column as he could still see their interactions. As always, the Sataniato guy never spouted a sound from that pretty mouth. He's probably just a guy Lee is helping to transact business because he doesn't speak.

 

"Yeah... I guess I'm just too worked up. So silly of you, Irie. I guess I should go back..."

 

Just when Irie had convinced himself that nothing is happening between those men, taking one last look behind him, there was Lee kissing the ashen-haired male. Well he'll be damned. Irie's poor heart skipped a beat, letting the newspaper fall from his grip to the ground, as well as his tears.

 

 

[gin]

While the manager was stunned of what the corporate owner shared with him, Lee couldn’t help slip a dark smirk forming past his lips, it was hilarious how the manager looked like an idiot that was caught dry in a fish net, trapped at his own volition.

 

Tugging his young Uncle, Lee noticed that the guy was staring at the huge Corinthian pillar as if it’s the most interesting piece of art he’d cast his eyes with. Following his uncle’s gaze, Lee almost felt a gust of wind knock him off by seeing Irie Tsukishima, his lover crying, silently watching them afar.

 

--That goddamn Yakuza~!

Lee seethed as he concluded that Irie’s father might have something to do with the waterworks Irie was trying his damndest to stop.

 

Marching towards his forlorn lover, it was inevitable how he marveled at how Irie's crying face managed to get his pants tight.---Or the matter of fact that he’s always been too horny for his own good.

 

“Jesus--- Irie what’s wrong, Love?”

Lee fretted as he wipe the remaining tears from his lover’s eyes who’d taken a dark glint staring at the CEO accusingly.

 

Lee was taken aback at his lover’s anger, God knows where that came from as he had no ounce of clue as to what he’d supposedly brought his lover’s fury. Lucca approached the two lovers clearly unaware of some personal place as he stood still beside Lee appraising the new comer with his blank eye. Lee caught wind of Irie’s knitted brows as if someone had ruffled his feathers and the denseness inside him finally gotten a clue as to what’s inside his lover’s head.

 

Then as soon as he watched how deathly Irie’s stare to the man beside him and the other clearly unaware, Lee couldn’t help but laugh boisterously earning a glance or two from the few people dining at the cafeteria.

Wiping visible tears, Lee found Irie’s jealousy as arousing as it gets, feeling another throb from his member. It’s not good, the CEO chanted as he tried to compose himself, still covering the soft chuckles escaping from his mouth with his knuckle.

 

“Oh meet ‘my’ Irie Tsukishima,”

He wriggled his brows as how he emphasized his possessiveness to Lucca who had given no modicum of any emotion.

 

“A yakuza.” Lucca drawled in monotone as he tapped Irie’s shoulder like a little boy lost in between two adult conversing about important matters.

 

The guy didn’t even bother offering his hand for a handshake with the thought that the Japanese guy’s hand could snap like a twig if he’d offer his hand. As much as he was skinny himself, Lucca was too sure that he’d break the poor boy’s radius and ulna.

 

“And this is Aren Lucca Sataniato, his name’s quite a handful,”

Lee introduced Arsen in vagueness as he tried to skip a little bit of information as to how they’re related, trying to trap Irie into an impasse of doubts.

 

Sadistic as he was, he couldn’t help the amusement linger on his face as he watched how his lover’s face turned into a scowl.

“Okay—okay, chill love. Don’t get your boxer's in a twist, he’s my Uncle,”

Finally giving in, he tried to reassure his suspicious lover before things get ugly with his little prank.

 

It was refreshing to watch Irie’s reaction in regards to his relationship with Lucca. Lee knew that the more Irie tried to put their relationship into any kind of sense, the more it starts to get ridiculous. He can't blame his man, the difference between him and Arsen were blatantly obvious to the point he'd be convicted into lying which he was not.

 

Lee touched his lover’s face with assurance, gently kissing Irie’s doubt away. A gasp was earned from the audience while Lucca couldn’t help a throaty sigh glancing at the crowd who immediately resumed to whatever they were doing.

 

With Lee’s boldness the three of them excited the hotel, with the coldness of the brewing winter winds nipping at their flesh, Lee extended his hand to the usherette who offered the two of them a trench coat, care of the hospitality from the hotel. Lee draped the coat at Irie’s shoulder as they started walking away from the hotel.

 

“Winter’s coming yet a certain birdy told me that southern Italy’s quite warm these days,”

As the three of them watched the dark skies in the middle of the afternoon.

 

Lee hooked his arms around Irie’s hips as he muttered,

”Now stay still and don’t make a fuss cause this handsome man’s about to kidnap you.”

As if on a cue, a black Mercedes stopped in front of them.

 

Without further ado, Lee scooped his lover into a bridal style towards the car with Lucca sitting shotgun which rose displeasure from the driver.

 

[Choco Berry]

 

 

It was too late to hold back his tears now as Lee had already noticed his pathetic of a state. Irie knew he had promised not to be jealous of anyone that comes close to his lover, but what he saw was too much for him-- a man to boot. Lee marched towards his direction as the brunette turned around, attempting to escape but then, cliche as it could be, the man had grabbed his arm, only to meet a worry-stricken face.

 

 

“Jesus--- Irie what’s wrong, Love?”*

 

 

Irie glared at his lover, visibly accusing him of some sin he thought Lee had gravely committed.

 

 

"Lee-san... please, let go."

 

 

He struggled to get those words off his system while trying his hardest to not snatch his arm off so roughly until the reason of his remorse approached the two of them, clearly unable to read the atmosphere. Irie, now immensely annoyed, glared daggers at the man who stood close to his lover, still as silent as before.

 

"I'm sorry. It seems I disrupted your precious time together."

 

He was all ready to leave when Lee laughed loudly, almost echoing throughout the whole dining hall of the hotel, finally releasing his arm. Is this all a joke to him? The laugh didn't help uplift Irie's torment, instead, it brought more confusion to the situation.

 

 

“Oh meet ‘my’ Irie Tsukishima,”

“A yakuza.”

 

The way Lee introduced him to the stranger brought a slight relief on his brewing jealousy, yet surprising as the man knew he is a yakuza. Well, probably because of the surname, Irie was also surprised his family is well-known. It was just awkward when the ashen-haired male tapped his shoulder like a kid.

 

"May I know what's going on? Care to introduce your... friend?" The brunette tried to collect his calm, but emphasizing the word 'friend'.

 

"You guys seem very close... super close..." he mumbled under his breath, like a spoiled kid being taken his toy away.

 

 

“And this is Arsen Lucca Sataniato, his name’s quite a handful,”*

 

"You know well that isn't what I want to know..." he said in a clear, stern voice that stopped Lee from his little plays and finally gave in.

 

 

“Okay—okay, chill love. Don’t get your boxer's in a twist, he’s my Uncle.”*

 

 

Well, look who has made a fool of himself. Irie's face beet-red face flushed from embarrassment, glancing at the other male with scrutinizing eyes. He couldn't see much resemblance except from the nose. As for the eyes, he couldn't see them through his black Rayban aviator sunglasses.

 

Irie clung to the man's jacket by the wrist as he shook his head down and pressing it against Lee's chest.

 

"Sorry. I thought you... were seeing someone else... Ugh. I'm so pathetic and petty and immatu--"

 

Lee didn't waste time and finally sealed their misunderstanding with a kiss that garnered attention to the people around them until this Arsen gave a throaty sigh which honestly sounded a lot creepier than described that made the same people go back minding their own damn business. Irie pulled away, embarrassed from his lover's boldness as they decided to exit the place. Lee never cease to woo him with small, romantic gestures and yet, here he is, getting all jealous and grumpy over his closeness to his uncle.

 

 

“Winter’s coming yet a certain birdy told me that southern Italy’s quite warm these days, now stay still cause this handsome man’s about to kidnap you.”

 

 

"W-what? Wait Italy--?!"

 

It was a whirlwind of events as he immediately found himself carried inside the car. So far, this has been the most awkward carpool Irie had ever experienced, since it's the first time Irie meets one of Lee's relatives, especially someone he got jealous over with. Maybe it's better that he explain his side to Lee as he scooted away from the man, and squeezing himself against the door.

 

"I have money collections tonight at Star Club for my first fieldwork. I was with Sawada-san and Takuzo when I saw you and... your uncle eating at a ramen cart and how affectionate you are to him... it looked like it, don't dudge me. So I... decided to tail on you. I'm sorry for acting so stupid."

 

He bit his lower lip and glanced over at the man sitting in the front, taking note of his jawline and nose. They sure do have some physical similarities, yet the man sure emmit this creepy aura, he couldn't help but get shivers down his spine.

 

"Sataniato seems like an Italian last name but a rare one... Lee-san, do you, by any chance have Italian blood? And are we really... going to Italy?" The shock on the brunette's face is priceless, like country-hopping for Lee is the most natural thing ever.

 

[gin]

"W-what? Wait Italy--?!"

 

The corporate owner responded with a throaty chuckle as he dismissed Irie’s question with his hand. It was really amusing to watch his lover’s reaction to every simple ideas that came from him. Speciously, Lee’s simplicity compared to Irie’s was eons apart and that was saying something.

 

Despite trying his best to hold his poker face in regards to Irie’s tale regarding his collection, Lee couldn’t help slip a small frown. How he was clearly displeased by his lover’s extracurricular activities was obvious. Believing that Irie wouldn’t inherit his family business thinking that his younger brother would be the one to reign everything. Unfortunately for Lee, he had no say in regards to Yakuza undertakings, apparently his power doesn’t stretched towards that illegal area.

 

With a sigh, he stared at his lover, slowly inching towards Irie as he nipped his lover’s cheek like a lost pup begging for attention. Hands that held the motive of perverseness slowly slid at Irie’s back, soothing the warm butt before he spank it hardly followed by a pinch. At least, he’d shown his displeasure of the idea with his actions rather than start a verbal fight with Irie in which he’ll lose.

 

As to the people in front who’d probably noticed what he was doing in the back, he couldn’t care less. The driver was paid to do his job, his Uncle---well his Uncle doesn’t care.

 

"Sataniato seems like an Italian last name but a rare one... Lee-san, do you, by any chance have Italian blood? And are we really... going to Italy?"

 

“Unfortunately I had a Pasta blood, quarter. I’m a mix of sorts; sugar and spice everything nice?”

He then glanced at his package on the south while wiggling his brows seductively.

 

It was embarrassing, but he could take a dose of discomposure just to make his Irie laugh. God, he was a hopeless romantic. He’d prefer to die before Irie can get a glimpse of his thoughts, perverseness or not, it was gagging.

 

“Of course, Italy be damned coz’ we’re about to raid their place.”

 

The vehicle stopped as they’d arrived at their destination. Just barely outside a privately owned Hangar at Fukushima Airport was a C130 Hercules parked with a Montclairé insignia at its vertical stabilizer. The plane was gassing up, the pilots chatting outside the plane and with the cargos inventoried and placed inside with a forklift.

 

“My Jet's kind of gassing up at Monaco at this moment.”

 

It was grand prix season, his father might’ve used the Jet. He had clearly sponsored a certain formula driver. His father might not be a gambler but he’d take chances just to endorse their company. Not that it’s needed since Montclairé was fairly known world-wide. His parent's jet might've been on its annual maintenance at Chicago, so he'd no choice but to use their cargo aircraft.

 

Stern as his face might be, Lee couldn’t help approach one of his crew who he’d remembered that his wife had just recently given birth. The crew grew up to be their gardener’s son and he was kind of Lee and Oscar’s childhood friend during childhood days.

 

“Ezekiel, how are you man?”

The man’s physique visibly lightened up as he took wide strides towards Lee and gave the man their usual handshake and a brief hug.

 

“Lee, it’s good to see your ugly mug here. I thought you’re in Kyoto?”

 

“I’ve kind of had something to do here,”

The blonde immediately glanced at Irie as Ezekiel caught on his reaction.

 

“Oh—oh no judging here, wow. I didn’t thought you bat the same team? Or a BI, I dunno man, congrats.” His childhood friend warmly held his hand towards Irie, “I’m Ezekiel Collins, it’s a pleasure to meet this idiot’s lover.”

 

Ezekiel was a couple of inches shorter than Lee but compared to Irie’s he still imposingly stood like a giant. He had sandy brown-hair with piercing Hazel orbs that portrayed him as the-boy-next-door look when he was probably younger.

 

“Does your---well Madam Tsubaki knows?” As soon as the name was thrown, Lee visibly stiffened as he heavily sighed clearly troubled.

 

“I’m not hiding our relationship am I?”

Lee grabbed Irie’s hands which Ezekiel returned with a pained smile. He knew what Tsubaki Saionji was and it’s not going to be a smooth sailing relationship.

 

Hands down Ezekiel couldn’t help the amazement he had towards Lee. The son of a gun was the bravest person he’d known, Lee didn’t even cared for the repercussions of dating a man, might as well the backslash that was guaranteed to hit him, their company.

 

“Sooner or later she’ll find out,” Ezekiel stared at the new formed love in front of him, how he’d prayed Tsubaki wouldn’t eat up Irie with insults, he’d first-hand experience how vicious Lee’s mother was.

 

“Expect the later part,”

And with a tap Ezekiel dismissed himself and continued on what he was working.

 

 

 

 

 

“I’m sorry if this is quite an uncomfortable ride but this plane goes directly to Florence so yeah, after you.”

He guided Irie towards the plane as he greeted the two pilots who’d went inside the moment they’d seen Lee approaching.

 

Lucca managed a brief nod as he returned inside the car that immediately sped away from the airport. It was Lucca-like not to utter a short goodbye before he stylishly makes a run and disappear from plain sight. The both of them situated inside the cockpit behind the pilot where they can see the rise and land, with their seat-belts attached Lee sneakily held Irie’s hand as he smiled warmly towards his lover.

 

A crew approached him and offered Irie’s passport in tow, as to how Lee got the passport, the male just sneakily smirked before he tune out Irie’s curious glances.

 

“It’s a long ride, you can rest anytime you want love.”

And with that Lee kissed the back of Irie’s hand before he leaned himself comfortably at the seat.

 

Before he could place his cellphone on Airplane Mode, his usual bottle opener ringtone occurred, brows knitted as to whoever the sender was.

 

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T H E . S H E . D E V I L

---

This son of mine needs a

discipline. See me as soon

as TOUCH DOWN. Don’t

make me wait,

Lee Saionji-Montclairé.

SEEN TODAY

 

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Well fck. Speaking of the Devil.

[Choco Berry]

 

 

The young Oyabun noticed that frown on his lover's lips upon hearing his news about his recent activities for the group. He knew first hand that Lee is not too fond of hearing his yakuza related shenanigans so he kept his story to himself and scooted closer to the door only to feel Lee coming closer. Irie gasped quietly when he felt his lover's lips against his cheeks taken aback by surprise.

 

"Lee-san--? W-wait a sec--" he giggled lightly, his cheeks feeling ticklish on Lee's kisses. He captured the man's cheeks and squished them gently, yelping quite loudly when he felt the other's cold hand sliding on his back.

 

"N-not here, there are others..." he whispered glancing to the people at the front who visibly do not care at all. He smiled and let Lee do his merry way, mewling quietly as he got spanked and pinched at. In return, Irie gave the man's inner thigh a light squeeze, purposely letting his fingertip barely graze on Lee's junior. Their little flirting was fun and sure, his uncle doesn't mind. It's not like they're hiding their relationship after all.

 

"Just wait for a bit more, my quarter-Italian of a lover." He whispered, brushing his lips against his lover's. He stayed like that for a bit, letting himself swim through those emerald hues. God, it's even hard to stare at the man's handsome face without blushing. Sure Lee's got the whole package and so much more, of course, including down there. How lucky this lanky Japanese yakuza is to date such a man?

 

Straightening up as they approached the private hangar, Irie's mouth gapped upon seeing the humongous plane with the Montclaire crest on it. Sure Irie's family is rich but not this filthy rich. Lee's definitely a different level kind of rich, owning a couple of planes and jets, the yakuza wanted to sink where he's seated and almost didn't want to come out of the car. It took him a few minutes before he did, following Lee suit. It seems the man had a friend working here and they were quite close. Bowing meekly as Lee glanced at him, knowing the man is casually introducing him to his friend. He could barely hear a thing they're talking about because of the nearby hangar as he was startled when the man introduced himself.

 

"Pleased to meet you too. My name is Tsukishima Irie." He replied, giving a short, friendly smile.

 

“Does your---well Madam Tsubaki knows?”

 

Upon mentioning the name 'Tsubaki', Irie lowered his gaze, visibly wanting to fold himself in half. He knew Lee's parents would definitely make a huge fuss about their unconventional relationship but the man's reply gave him some reassurance; something he could hold on to. He smiled and blushed when his hands were held, in return, he held the large hand back tightly.

 

 

 

 

 

“I’m sorry if this is quite an uncomfortable ride but this plane goes directly to Florence so yeah, after you.”

 

Irie carefully climbed up the plane and situated himself comfortably on the seat where his lover sat next to him. As if he had encountered enough surprises, a crew suddenly handed him his passport where Irie gaped in astonishment.

 

"How did you..?"

 

He did not dare continue his query. There's nothing this Monclaire couldn't do, can he? He gave the man a shy grin, placing his passport inside his coat jacket and sighed.

 

"This would be my first time in Italy. I've been to Korea and New York but they were because of some tours back in college. And of course, first time getting on this kind of aircraft."

 

Looking at the window, Irie frowned, an impending worry keeps on creeping up his back. Surely his father will know all this and will be furious yet again. Taking his phone out to set on airplane mode, he wasn't surprised as he already got 10 missed calls from Daichi and one from his father. Sighing, he ignored the messages and set his phone before tossing it back inside his pockets.

 

"To hell with it all, I guess." Irie pouted, closing his eyes, shutting everything out.

 

 

 

[gin]

 

There are hundreds of things, Lee Montclaire would’ve imagine doing by now. The idea of him pleasing his lover into fine dining as they watched the whole city engulfed by the warm lights of the street lamps. Night traveling to the tourist’s spots since it was less crowded and unique at the same time. And some borderline thoughts, of having Irie in a hotel bed underneath him, looking delicious and starved for sex. Those were just a couple of thoughts Lee prepared and wanted for the both of them at Italy not a sight of his mother on the runway, ready to push the Runway Marshall from doing his job.

 

Lee could see how embarrassing his mother was as she impatiently tapped her Prada’s at the tarmac. God knows someone was evil enough especially if that certain someone was dressed in hot red wearing a huge sunglasses when it’s apparently night time. An expensive shawl wrapped at her neck as the rest cascaded down to her amatory physique, if he could use it to strangle her back to her non-existent senses.

 

It was a perfect wardrobe to intimidate someone if it wasn’t the Marshall’s job to ruin it by looking strange at the woman who’s trying to chew his head off when he was just doing his job.

 

Lee stalled, to be honest the young corporate owner was cared despite those words he’d said to his childhood friend. He probably assumed that it was fate’s way of toying with him as it shoved his dramatic mother into the picture of their relaxation.

 

The pilots were weary as they’d seen Tsubaki but descended the make-shift ladder from the aircraft and greeted the lady.

 

Lee could see his dad, running like a banshee and halted beside Tsubaki, both hands on his knees, clearly tired. Still the master of Monclaire, wore that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt, coconuts and all, in different hideous neon. A croc sandals in which Lee gave a grimace, his dad was a goner. His parents appearance and drama would dwindle Kardashians like child-play, his father could dress up but he'd preferred Hawaiian over suits unfortunately.Clearly, his mother was a sight for sore eyes while his father was just downright sordid.

 

He then followed the pilots, his broad shoulders trying to cover Irie from the impending doom a meters away from them. The rest of the staff, trying their damndest to look busy, as they removed the items from the aircraft but their attention says otherwise, as they sneak glances at the Montclaire Trio.

 

“Lee, it’s good to see you son~!” his father waved happily at him as he reluctantly wave back. God knows, his father was waiting for him to hand the usual desserts as if it was something illegal behind the dictator, Tsubaki.

 

“In the limo now.” Tsubaki demands like it was the only thing she’d plan to speak after waiting beside the air marshall as she makes him uncomfortable.

 

“Surprise~ Surprise,”

Lee muttered, facing his lover.

“My parents are unfortunately here.”

He then placed his hands behind his neck, his eyes downwards afraid of his lover’s wrath.

 

 

 

 

If the scene at the airport operations wasn’t awkward, well inside the limo topped it. As soon as Lee tried to situate beside Irie, Tsubaki bumped the poor guy as she wiggled her back place herself beside Irie. The ever-present glare made Lee sigh as he sat beside his father who was probably clueless at the whole tension.

 

“And who might this cherry be?” His father gave Irie curious glances as his poor lover tried to introduce himself between the two. Clearly, Tsubaki ignored Irie’s introduction unlike Henry who warmly took his hands and shook it.

 

“He’s his lover Henry, his lover.”

 

“Well Congrats.” He then enthusiastically grabbed Irie’s hands again and shook it vehemently, warm smile graced his lips. His father might be airy and dense but Lee was always glad of his father’s open-mindedness unlike the she-devil who stared at her own husband with a look of disappointment.

 

“No Henry, you should be stern to your son.” She shook her head as if trying to correct a dog who’d happily sniff a stranger. “He, no our son, is having an affair with another men,”

 

“Well no judging here, Tsu. Dick or vagina as long as he’s happy. The kid’s fine.” Kid he always referred to his only-son as kid, a 6’3 ft giant which he still calls like he was still in kinder.

 

“No I won’t allow it Henry~!!!!!” Tsubaki almost yelled but she tried to reign down her anger, her shawl touching Irie but she immediately grabbed it as it burned her.

 

“Well you don’t but I do.” Henry shrugged, deflecting the anger like it was nothing.

 

Lee and Irie just stared at the brooding war that would occur in between two Montclaire’s.

 

“But this faggo--- “

 

“Enough, Tsubaki.” Henry cut his wife instantly as his countenance changed into something else, like a wolf starting to shed and show his true colors to those people who displease him.

 

“It isn’t you who is dating Irie Tsukishima here, no?” Henry Montclaire glanced at Irie with a sad smile as if trying to apologize in behalf of his wife. “If you’re by any chance conscious of what the others might say, then you’re not a good mother to your son. Support him, he is only the good thing that happened to us. Don’t let your anger and ignorance fuel your decisions. I can’t lose a son for that bullshit you are spouting.” He sighed as he tried to convince his wife.

 

It seems, Tsubaki Saiounji-Montclaire was not the one who wears the pants in their relationship as what people deemed their relationship was. Henry, might not talk wisdom and bark orders like she’d do but he still holds the final say, she-devil be damned.

 

“Fine. Be that way, spoil him.” She sulked followed by a snort as she haughtily stared at Irie from head to feet.

 

“Come on, this is exhausting.” Henry shook his head ushering the rest of the people as soon as he saw the usual 5-restaurant still open for the VIP.

 

Lee grabbed Irie’s hand gently, drawing small circles as he soothe his nervous lover. It’s going to be okay, Lee knew he got his dad’s back and was lucky enough for the old man to tag along. God knows what will happen if he was left with his mom, war sure would ensue coz’ he was still on his sane mind not to be pliant to every selfish whims of his mother.

 

“You two go first,” Henry grabbed Lee by his shoulder, “I’m giving this kid ‘the talk’” His father showed his thumb at a clueless Irie Tsukishima.

 

“Oh God you sound like a father trying to talk to the guy who’s asking their girl for a prom, old man, you are embarrassing~!”

Lee whined, clearly these two giants couldn’t care how childish they can get.

 

“You ain’t seeing it all, kid. Now go, entertain my woman.” He briefly gave his son a side-hug and an encourage push towards the shop.

 

 

 

 

Henry’s visage started to revert back to all-his seriousness, the look in which he’d perfectly concocted when he meant serious business. The angry emerald hues who stared at Irie as he stood in all his height, blocking Irie from the sight of the restaurant.

 

“You can all fuck like bunnies for all we care, petunia. But hurt my son, then you can immediately ship your Yakuza ass back to your flowery country. HURT MY SON, I swear to GOD, you’ll never see light again,”

 

A pregnant pause for them as they stood awkwardly in front of each other.

 

“Now, now-- you must be hungry, this old man’s back is hurting, and shall we go?” Henry beamed at Irie Tsukishima like he hadn’t threaten the poor kid.

 

Irie might know nothing of it, Henry Montclaire, doesn’t back out from his words as if he’d seen something the lover’s couldn’t see.

[Choco Berry]

 

Irie might as well be thinking the same thing about his lover; how they would spend their days in Italy, the romantic ambience, the good food and the scenery.

True, they have gone their separate ways back in Japan-- his lover handling their corporations like a business monster he is, and himself, training to handle a large yakuza group. Might as well enjoy this rare time together. During the trip, he had his hand clasped together with Lee's, dozing off here and there and shifting to lean against his lover's shoulder until finally, they've arrived at the beautiful city of Florence. It was already evening and the pretty night lights accentuated the quaint city. Irie fixed his hair that has been ruffled from his sleep and smiled at his lover gently, his grasp slightly tightening as his heart felt a little turmoil from deep within.

 

Trust your guts, they say, as Irie saw the impending doom that welcomed their sight once he descended the aircraft's stairs. Tsubaki Saiyounji. He didn't want to admit it to Lee but the woman is somewhat a sore in his eyes, not because he hates her, no. The woman might be the impending hell between their relationship and Irie is not too good at handling such conflicts. Nonetheless, he had to be polite. She is Lee's mother after all. Saving the tense aura that surrounds them was Lee's father who was dressed for comfort, including those crocs. It was even impressive that the older male couldn’t give a single damn about what would others think of his dreadful fashion statement. The man is something Irie would like to welcome a hug with but he'd rather not step beyond the yellow line. Not yet.

 

"Surprise, surprise. My parents are unfortunately here."

 

Irie smiled meekly, lowering his head for a bow. "Yeah. God, this is nerve-wracking."

 

The usual greetings were made,the family looked stunning and Irie felt small, really small as their heights were obviously in contrast. Even Tsubaki is taller than Irie. Such superior genes, he thought. The Montclaires and Irie were ushered to their limo, the young male coukd freeze to death when Tsubaki decided to sit next to him, shoving Lee away. Even if he didn't make eye contact with Tsubaki, he could sense the piercing glare the woman gives him.

 

"And who might this cherry be?"

 

"Irie Tsukishima. It's a pleasure to meet you, Montclaire-sama--"

 

He wasn't even allowed to finish his introduction when Tsubaki butted in and stressed that he is Lee's lover. He kept quiet as he will never deny the fact that they're dating. Tsubaki could suck it up and admit defeat, that her beloved son's tongue had been in some naughty places she didn't want to know where.

 

Where's all this sass coming from, Irie? it was a fiesta inside Irie's head. He wish he could have sassed his way out of this ruckus but he would not dare. As rude as Tsubaki can be, for even calling him a faggot, he would not dare talk back. Hurtful asbthe woman might be, he's a woman important to Lee and Irie could never mistreat a woman, a mother to boot. He only had his eyes casted down, enduring such insultsbhurled towards him. He's lucky the father was very open about their relationship and isn't bigoted in any of such happenings. He was thankful for the guy even defended him from his wife.

 

He thought the ride took forever as he and the odd family arrived at a 5-star restaurant. Irie is dying to get a grasp of his lover's reasuring hand, to hear him whisper that everything's going to be fine.

 

"You two go first. I'm giving this kid the talk."

 

Guess it's still not done.

 

“You can all fuck like bunnies for all we care, petunia. But hurt my son, then you can immediately ship your Yakuza ass back to your flowery country. HURT MY SON, I swear to GOD, you’ll never see light again."

 

Irie almost choked from his own saliva, Henry Montclaire isn’t fucking around this time. If there's someone Irie had to fear, it was Henry and not Tsubaki. He bowed low, leaving his hands both on his sides.

 

"I promise to take care of your son. Even if it cost me my life." He replied, making sure words are crystal clear for Henry to hear.

 

 

 

The dinner went well, a few chatting between him and Lee and then to Henry. The woman was still sulking but kept it to herself as she ordered only a few amounts while Irie helped himself with some good ol' steak as he is starving. The brunette is dreading, wanting this dinner to end fast so he could have Lee for himself. Selfish but this rare vacation is meant for them lovers and not some family reunion.

 

"I'm not feeling too well. Must be jetlag." He whispered to Lee as he leaned close for the man to hear, ignoring Tsubaki's judgemental glares on the small act. Irie pulled away quickly, deep inside, he wanted to pull Tsubaki's strings, making her realize their relationship isn't just mere child's play. That this relationship involves physical contact and probably dirty kinks that can only happen in the confines of their bedroom.

 

"May I be excused for a while?" He said, sipping the wine and standing up for the restroom where the staffs gladly escorted the Japanese foreigner, expecting Lee to follow suit. It wasn't Irie's forte to lie about things but with the way his yakuza works are concerned, he's starting to learn the curve with these petty lies. That and it seems the alcohol is starting to kick in as he had already two goblets of the wine.

 

[gin]

Fact number one, eating pasta on Italy is one of the best experience you should try once in a while. Fact number two, when dating, your parents should stay out of it. Flee if they'd wildly appear.

 

Lee’s eyes bored holes at his mother who icily glanced at Irie and his lover casting nervous glances at his father. He’d throw a couple of billions and bet that Henry did scare Irie with his ‘talk.’ It was the first time his father converse to his lover that sincerely. Lee really felt Irie’s trying to bribe him to go to the homecoming with his father holding a shotgun in tow.

 

Trying to suppress laughter, Lee managed to fake his cough and glanced at the painful sight in front of him. He could’ve sworn he saw one of the waiters eating popcorn behind the bar counter watching their only guest dining at the center of their 5-star restaurant. His parent’s should not have bothered people to serve them at midnight. Money goes out of bound and he’s willing to triple the staffs pay for a month as he lazily scrawled at his blank check.

 

“Sir, this is too much,” The manager's eyes look like it could bulge out any moment, the rest of his people still on a heated stare.

 

“Trust me it’s enough. I commend you for bearing with us during this ungodly hour.”

Lee muttered, shoving the check to the hesitant staff.

 

“Don't worry Sire, it’s always our honor to serve you Sire Montclaire, Grazie.”

 

“Si, prego.”

And with that Lee returned his attention at the three, a smile breaking out from his mouth.

 

They were trapped in a game of awkward rectangle, like an unknown curse it was then broken by Irie who excused himself with some bull regarding some jet lagged condition which apparently existed when he was snoring at Lee’s arms snugly like a pillow, note sarcasm.

 

If someone’s got the excuse of a jet-lag, it would be Lee but he was on a mission to be the most pliant boyfriend the world has ever seen; Lee managed to glance at his lover who met his gaze. Naughty Irie, wise enough to escape his parental train wreck thus leaving him in a strange position. If that’s his mate’s call for him to follow suit, he made an obvious attempt to stand but Tsubaki’s manicured hands clasped at his wrist like a tight metal cuff.

 

“Where are you going? Sit.” Her grip starting to tighten.

 

“Now that is how you order a dog, woman.”

Lee peeled his mother’s hands effortlessly and left the scene. Like he could care for what his mother says, he’s a rebel like that anyways.

 

“Henry, What’s gotten our son possessed!?”

 

“He’s already possessed since 26 years ago.” Henry sip his wine with a bore. “Let’s go, I kind of want to hit the sack, my back’s starting to complain.”

 

“But dear~!”

 

“Are we doing this again?” Henry sighed but when Tsubaki was trying to argue, he scooped the thrashing lady bridal style as he exited the restaurant like a champ. It seems the Henry was also not having any of it but the waiters thinks otherwise as they slip the phones back to their pockets, disappointed.

 

“Fine be like that spoil your son.”

 

“Such a Diva.” Henry rolled his eyes as he kissed Tsubaki’s forehead with a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lee caught his lover staring at himself like Irie was having an internal pep talk with the mirror. With an unabashed glance towards one of the finest ass he'd seen, the corporate owner trudged nearer both hands trapping Irie. The both of them facing the wall as Irie barely reached his chest. The sight of his boyfriend staring at him at the mirror made his pants tighten as he gripped tighter at the marbled sink.

 

“In behalf of my parents, I’d apologize for that embarrassing scene. That was inexcusable.”

Lee muttered as he slouched his body, head dangerously at Irie’s ear.

 

“You know Irie, that shirt’s becoming on you,”

Lee whispered at Irie’s ear, his hands fumbling at Irie’s shirt,

“If I were on you, I’d be coming too,”

The corporate owner stared with conviction akin to thirst at the young oyabun.

 

Wicked thoughts already made his chest hurt, his mind reeling at the not so innocent positions he could get away with Irie. His hard-on brushed at Irie’s pants, like a wolf about to jump towards its prey. Reigning all his urge to just maybe fck Irie’s brain at that cold counter, Lee inhaled deeply even if it didn’t help at all.

 

He prided himself as a patient man, sorry to say that he isn’t when it comes to his lover. With those thoughts spinning, he leaned closer, grabbed Irie’s chin and gave him a full-blown kiss. Blonde lashes shut as he savored the sweetness of Irie’s mouth that almost made him mad enough to slip his hands underneath Irie's shirt.

 

Lee fought for his sexual desires like a madman begging to be cured. Hungry eyes gazed through the mirror, warm hands pinching those two little buds that started to harden. Lee Montclaire was relentless as he dove for another kiss, huge hands roaming at his lover’s slender body finding it so easy to discover all of those sweet spots. It felt good that he could almost tear Irie’s clothes right there, inside that restaurant.

 

Gripping at Irie’s clothes, Lee pinned his lover’s tongue, tasted the tangy pasta off the latter’s mouth together with the sweetness of the Tiramisu they’d eaten earlier. It felt like ages that he had Irie by himself. Last time he checked, he was sick and he didn’t even show his potential to his lover that he was really a monster in bed. There was one time he did, it wasn’t enough----it was never enough.

 

Lee bit down Irie’s lips fondly as he opened his eyes, chest heaving and deprived from oxygen. That sinful lips that begs to be devoured as Irie’s innocence pleads for debauchery. He’s going to ruin him.

 

Sexually.

 

“Let’s leave before we commit a crime.”

And with that Lee combed Irie’s wild hair as he tried to look more presentable, smoothing the crease of his suit.

 

 

The both of them left the restaurant like the devil was chasing them himself.

[Choco Berry]

 

Escaping from Lee's parents was the initial plan but truthfully, Irie has been bothered all day as he had to let his father know his whereabouts before the group take great measures for a world-wide search and rescue for their next in line. For a minute, Irie contemplated about whether he'd send a text or call, he sighed and dialled his father's private number. It's best to call after all.

 

"WHERE. THE. HELL. ARE. YOU."

 

Irie almost pulled the phone off his ears before he probe a reply between those seething silence his father emits thru the receiver.

 

"I'm with Lee. I will be back three days tops."

 

"You left your post."

 

"I'm sorry. It was stupid of me, I know, but I promise to be back soon, just please don't go have search parties looking for me."

 

"Goddammit, Irie. Where are you anyway?!"

 

Irie but his lip and sighed, replying "Italy," before quickly hanging up.

 

He cursed under his breath, he might have given his father a heart attack knowing his location, nonetheless, the old man could be a little more lenient and learn to not put a leash on his son.

 

"Its okay. Everything's going to be okay." He kept repeating the words like a mantra as he leaned over the cold counter, staring at his own reflection. He did not expect this to stress him out so much, reachibg for the faucet, he wet his hand and tapped his forehead gently before wiping it off with a white cotton cloth over the ceramic tray, compliments of the hotel,of course.

 

Right. He waved those negative thoughts away and heaved a deep breath, reminding himself that he's in Italy and with his lover. It's all that matters as of this moment. As if on cue, his man entered the room and walked straight to him, enveloping his small frame with Lee's colossal body. His worried-tainted face was immediately wiped off and painted with a soft smile of comfort. His eyes glued on the mirror and is yet again reminded of their first endeavor back in his apartment in Kyoto. A fond memory of Irie.

 

“On behalf of my parents, I’d apologize for that embarrassing scene. That was inexcusable.”

 

The raven haired male shook his head with a small smile. It wasn't Lee's fault. Surely, his own father reacted the same way, or probably worse, as Lady Tsubaki but maybe that's just how important their kids are to them. A sign that the still care about their child's well-being and to guide them to properly choose a partner is one of the parent's part in their life however cliché it may be.

 

"It's fine. It's not your fault, love." He said, gently patting Lee's hand that was over his chest. There's something in his embrace that's calm and securing, but at the same time, Lee's lower regions are as stubborn and unstoppable as always. He smirked, eyes glued upon the mirror and moved his plump ass to press against it, enough to tease Lee.

 

 

"You know Irie, that shirt’s becoming on you. If I were on you, I’d be coming too."

 

 

Irie's eyelids dropped and earned a raw shudder from his sides when Lee whispered those words on his ear, his hands darting back over the cold countertop for support. That instantaneously made his knees weak, apart from the fact that Lee's hand had started to roam on their own freewill. Lee is so hard right now, he could feel that even through the slightly thick fabric of their trousers. Irie let out a soft sigh, slowly turning himself to face Lee, purposely brushing his ass once more over that uncomfortable bulge. He wasn't expecting Lee to take such activity inside the restroom but then again, how can he refuse? This god-like of a man can devour him at the most unsuspecting of places and he would not even care. The sex would still be mind-blowing.

 

Irie gazed up at the man and gave a short smile before accepting the kiss, their tongues danced in a rhythm, both hungry and longing for more. Irie tilted his head and tiptoed for him to reach Lee who was already leaning down. He grabbed a handful of that soft, blonde locks as their mouth crashed in synchronization, a few soft gasps of air and mewls here and there. Irie's face became plagued with lust, his own member is already half hard and wanting for attention.

 

Reaching at the back, he lifted one of his ass over the counter and hooked his leg aroynd Lee's waist, eagerly pulling the blonde closer. He let out a mewl from the torrid kissing once their members got a chance to rub against each other, but still this is not enough.

 

He gasped audibly when Lee pulled away, suggesting they leave and continue in their room. He almost cursed but swallowed it thickly before fixing their appearances to at least look decent. The walk towards their suite in that same hotel was a torture, he even restrained himself in jumping on to Lee when they were inside the elevator.

 

It was Lee who opened the room with a key card, Irie grunted and pulled his lover once the door closed. His clouded eyes glared up at the man, and is graced by a small mischievous smirk.

 

"How dare you make me lethally horny and then stop midway, love?" He said breathlessly, despite having the smaller build, he managed to push Lee down on the edge of the bed and the situated himself between Lee's massive thighs.

 

He clung on that Vercace Greek Key belt buckle while his eyes locked up on his lover's. His intense brown eyes were curtained by strands of black hair, the sight of Irie's pretty face painted with lust almost nuzzling on Lee's crotch must bring memories to his lover.

 

"My turn.. " he cooed, cupping Lee's hard-on. He struggled a bit undoing the belt, Lee might have offered to help but he shushed the man to let him do his thing. His vision was doubling from that wine hence the struggle, but he yelped in delight when Lee's fly came off and pulled his boxers down along with his pants, freeing the monstrosity of a member which pulsed and leaked in agitation.

 

Irie admits he could be hasty in so many things, but with his lips making love to Lee's cock is one of things he'd enjoy doing slow. His face was in a rather uncomfortable distance with the member as he clung over the waist of Lee's pants and boxers, marvelling on that blessed, leaking cock right in front of him.

 

Without using his hands, Irie leaned forward with his tongue out and lapped the clear liquid that ran from base to tip. The warm tongue followed the salty trail it made up to the tip, and in a slow agonizing pace, it slid down and gave the base a slight tease. Irie's eyelids flutter, his lips dark from the torried kissing from earlier nipped their way around the hard shaft, definitely taking its sweet time making fluttery sensations for Lee to enjoy.

 

"Mm-haaah..."

 

He couldn't help but utter a few moans and soft audible wet kisses his lips are giving Lee. The man would have wanted to interrupt and get on with the sex but Irie pushed his tummy back down and shook his head.

 

"Stay down and just watch..." The young oyabun is still not done.

 

Irie flipped his hair on the other side and had one hand keeping his hair in place. His mouth had now moved over the middle of the velvety shaft, giving the rim of the head a slight flick of his tongue before swirling it around the warm head. He gazed up on Lee, taking pride on making his lover's face blush like crazy. He didn't remove his gaze as he proceeded into flicking onto that slit where more clear liquid oozed out once he teased the hole, but then, he'd been teasing Lee for quite sometime now and he himself has been growing impatient. Without further ado, he opened his mouth and readied his jaw as he swallowed Lee slowly, inch by inch until the member has reached as far as it could down his throat. His eyes became watery but he tried not to gag because goddammit, Lee is just enormous.

 

"Mmff.." Irie winced a bit. It was a struggle but he slowly breathed through his nose, his hands rested on Lee's hips before pulling out with a gasp and a trail of drool stained his chin.

 

"Ah fuck, you're so big." He muttered and cleared his throat. He wasn't a complaining though as he helped himself once more, his wet lips wrapping around the shaft and bobbed his head up and down. The young oyabun seems to be so into it, his blood into overdrive, his heartbeat drumming against his ears and his last bits of reason being thrown out of his head. His hand freed the garters he's been holding in place and finally snaked up to cup Lee's balls, the velvety skin felt hot against his palm as he knead them in utmost caution. True, Lee is already deep down Irie's throat but it wasn't enough for Irie's lips to reach the base. He hummed once the tip touched the back of his throat and gave the balls a squeeze. His eyes taunted Lee to come, let him taste his warm cum or just make it run directly down his throat. Either way, he'd be happy to swallow every single drop of Lee's essence.

 

 

[gin]

Thanking the heavens for bringing a laptop case, Lee haphazardly grabbed his Mac from his dining chair. Praise heavens that the bag covered the whole of his enraged hard-on, his other hand tightly clasping Irie as they both maneuvered to the maze-like tables and chairs.

 

With a breath of relief, Lee thank heavens that his parents made their cue to leave them at peace. It’s quite embarrassing for someone like him, a guy in his middle twenties, with his parents always fussing about him like he barely made it to five.

 

The swanky restaurant was an extension towards the gazebo of a thirty-story hotel. It wasn’t co-owned by him but it was owned by Arsen Lucca. Apparently his Uncle had a proclivity of hotel shopping and that wasn’t even a joke when all of Sataniato’s ‘legal’ business involves hotel and restaurant chains.

 

Finding their seemingly long way, Lee immediately grabbed his card, swipe the goddamn thing threw his bag as he span his lover towards the middle of the room. It was an agonizing six minute walk judging from the hard-on that was relentless enough not to reign down. To make matters worse, Irie stared at him with open seduction that he dared not resist as he basked with it with a smile.

 

Irie Tsukishima was a timid boy he’d met in front of a convience store. Later he find out that such sweet boy happened to be a Yakuza who Lee couldn’t imagine chopping pinkies. The young CEO was then surprised that there’s so much more in terms of knowing Irie, he’s a spitfire once he gets aroused. Lee felt a bit of proud that he’d manage to summon that kind of reaction from his lover. The young oyabun wanted to dominate and lead him which in return he’d let it. Irie kissed him deep, his mind field with doubts as to where he’d managed to get that technique. Those doubts where then washed away as he drowned together with his lover in gratification.

 

Lee’s lids fluttered close as he felt Irie trying to reach everything inside his mouth. He could taste the risotto as Irie's tongue probed his mouth. Tongues dancing in pronto, Lee noticed that Irie pushed him at the bottom of the bed. Brows raised with realization, he managed to shrug his pants, his Calvin’s stained with pre-cum. His one-eyed monster coming back to life, this time it was furious as ever with all the thick veins adoring as it leaked hot white. It beet an angry red as Lee felt his abdomen sore. The guy wanted to come oh so bad that he’d grabbed his lover’s shoulders urging him to do his magic and heel his member into submission.

 

At one glance towards his lover’s erotic face, Lee felt his member throb another pain as he hissed. Irie can’t tease him that much, his eyes down at his lover licking his pre-cum. His endurance snapped as he tried to grab his lover’s collar but then was cut as Irie pushed his abdomen as if to state he can torture his cock whether the CEO likes it or not.

 

 

---That’s fucking hot, Lee thought,

watching Irie meticulously placed his hair at his shoulders as he’d dive down towards his huge lollipop.

 

“Oh come on, don’t do this to me.”

Lee pleaded as he felt Irie licked his slit dry, his hips moved upward as he tried to encourage his lover to get on with it.

 

Thank God Irie wasn’t in his teasing mood as he descended his pretty mouth towards his shaft. A flush of red tinted his cheeks, his forestry hues met Irie’s intense orbs. Warmth filled his member, hot and raw as he suppressed everything in him not to grab Irie’s head and pushed him further towards the bottom of his rod. With a tight clutch to the bed-frame, Lee fluttered his eyes shut, his thoughts strong and bothered when Irie managed to bob his head down and up.

 

“F-Fuck yes.”

Lee gripped tightly, it was a miracle how he forced himself to sit still.

 

More. He was a selfish rich ass mother-fcker who still wanted more the moment Irie’s pace started to increase. Almost in a brink of release, it was then stolen as his lover made a squeeze at his balls.

 

--So fucking close.

Lee bit his urge to shout as thick hot liquid burst from his member down to Irie’s throat. He almost saw stars as he shuddered with divine pleasure. His abs rise and fall, his heartbeat started to normalize as he felt the greatest release of all time. All those pent-up stress and longing half fulfilled as his member reacted again at the sight of Irie’s cum stained face.

 

He’ll definitely become a good pornstar, his own personal pornstar.

 

“My turn,”

There’s nothing kind from Lee’s smile as he grabbed Irie’s arm and gently throw his lover towards the soft mattress.

 

His huge frame immediately shadowed Irie, wheedling himself atop his lover’s small frame. His eyes danced in anticipation and arousal as he slowly peeled Irie’s clothes away, throwing them at the carpeted floor. Lee frenched Irie while his hands had a hard time of what nipple would they invest their attention with. The young CEO traveled downwards, his mouth managed to chomp Irie’s tight ass cheeks.

 

“Oshiri kashite?”

Lee snickered as he removed his glasses back to his drawer, maybe he’ll invest with a pair of contact lenses if these sex escapades frequents.

 

Parting the soft curves, Lee finally found the treasure he aimed and craved for. He managed to blow a soft wind as Irie’s plum whole twitched with shyness. Huge hands engulfed both of the latter’s bum, his lover’s warmth confirmed another heatwave of arousal.

 

Devilish tongue slowly descended towards the sweet entrance, kissed it with torment with both of his hands clawing his lover’s butt out of control. Nothing tasted like heaven as he tried to descend into carnal desires. Rational thoughts started to ease into non-existence as his utmost priority was to invite Irie towards Heaven, together with him.

 

For Lee Montclaire Saiounji, it was a piece of cake as he made Irie a putty in his hands when it comes to sex.

[Choco Berry]

 

The young oyabun welcomed everything Lee has to give, eyes rolling heaven-wards as the thick, warm liquid gushed down his throat. He's still not used to the taste so he pulled out with a loud gasp and let the remaining spill on his face, wincing as some almost got on his eye.

 

Irie panted hard, the young oyabun let Lee get his way this time. His lips, dark and swollen, welcomed Lee's while he's been thrown up on the center of the bed. Articles of his clothing were peeled off by those large hands and came flying in all four corners of the large room.

 

Irie's skin felt scalding hot but the breeze of the air-conditioning in their room made him feel a light shiver, including Lee's palm against his chest felt cold. He arched his back, moaning softly as if to encourage his lover to do more. Combing his long, slender fingers through Lee's soft brown locks may be one of his favorite things in the world, especially when he gets a sight of those blonde roots. Irie sighed as his nipples got teased, they've gone extremely sensitive even if it's just Lee's hair brushing against them.

 

"Mnn. Lee-san.." he whined, tugging the man's collar but it seems he was being ignored. The idea of him being the only one naked made the young man feel vulnerable yet the large body looming over him makes him at ease. It's a conflicting thing. He was so ready to feel Lee's mouth around his raging hard-on but then he was tossed around like a pancake flipped over the pan, his ass automatically held up.

 

"Oshiri kashite..."

 

Irie's eyes widened as he looked over his shoulder. Hearing his lover spouting some lewd words made his heated arousal gush right through his stomach down to his member which freely hang over the duvet, probably leaking with precum. Face and ears red as beet, he nodded and buried his face on the pillows.

 

"I-isoide... kudasai..." Irie sobbed.

 

Lee had no idea how Irie wanted this. His hips has been bucking aimlessly the whole time he's giving him head and glad it now finds its home to Lee's mouth. He shivered when Lee blew cold air on it, making the rosy bud twitch. Irie arched his hips up, hungry as hell as he waited for that devilish tongue, and as soon as it came contact, his eyes shut tight and his mouth gaped open. His short-clipped moans were muffled through the pillows, loving the sensation of Lee frenching him down there while his ass were clawed and being stretched apart.

 

His knees shook as they began to turn like jello and he badly needed to cum so he snuck his one hand down and grabbed his member since Lee's been occupied with his ass, hopefully the other wouldn't notice or he would die of shame from getting ahead of himself. Irie just couldn't stand the teasing any longer as he's been leaking ever since he started giving Lee that blowjob.

 

[gin]

"Naughty , naughty,"

Lee chuckled deeply as he grabbed Irie's hands who tried to steal strokes.

 

It did not go unnoticed as Lee gripped Irie's hands with his left, pinned them back to the soft matress despite the whine his lover had caused. The CEO would like to teach Irie a thing or two of withholding pleasure from the peakest of ecstasy. It could make sane man see vivid hallucinations, docile turned lewd and wanton. Lee coaxed his lover to wait just a second, to bare with his high demands. It sounded forceful enough but Lee was confident enough he could make Irie Tsukishima go wild. It might seemed unfair that he’d already seek release but he needed this to try this once.

 

With a gentle plop as his fingers then trailed with wetness care of the little lotion he’d slipped earlier, Lee managed to shrug his already crumpled shirt and hoisted his pants down to his knees in a hurried fashion. His member, strong and hard, ready to wreck anything that came into obstruction as it glistened with pre-cum.

His eyes hazy with lust as the CEO glared at the pink bud ready to devour his hot rod whole. Without ceremony, he tested the waters and slid with dutiful determination, Lee shuddered with arousal at the tightness of Irie. He glanced at the mess of a brunette as it tried to cover his moans through his mouth. With a newfound gleam, this time, Lee slowed his pace, almost grinding and almost unmoving.

 

The usual passion of the rough sex days ago was replaced by a slow sensual thrust, like a pickaxe that sought its diamonds. It didn’t took long enough for Lee to locate what he wanted as Irie moaned his name louder this time. He grabbed the base of Irie’s cock, his hands vice-like, threatening Irie not to come.

 

The monstrosity withdrew and then exited slowly, repeating the same process at it directly assaulted his lover’s prostrate. Lee was almost at his peak of release but he’d paid no mind as his thoughts were imprinted to every reaction of Irie being pleasured senselessness.

 

“Be crazy just for me, love.”

Lee whispered to the night as he’d hit his way home to Irie’s prostrate.

 

Lee almost felt his eye roll back to his brains at the tight muscle that tried to squeeze him to death. Electrified by pleasure, his hands slowly unclasped at Irie’s base as he moved it upwards and downwards. It didn’t took long for Irie’s already pent-up release to splash all the way to the silken sheets. Lee prided himself as he stared at Irie’s form, sweat and thoroughly fucked, satisfaction graced on his lover’s eyes.

 

The CEO stood up with his member looking like a juvenile that begged to be straightened. He sat at the corner of the bed, his peripheral saw Irie still clouded by his release, a distant smile graced his lips. He might be one hell of a romantic man but Lee would never admit how Irie had made his life a complete one hundred. How he’d just appeared all of a sudden and became the ‘most’ important person in his life. How he’d wished it could go on forever. It might not be too late to go to church every Sunday seeking a ‘forever’ with Irie Tsukishima, the yakuza of his life.

 

Oh God, Lee placed both his palms in front of his face as if to wash all those embarrassing thoughts away. His member seemed determined to ask for another round but Lee thought of his grandmother in her bikinis and it then died down as it limply sulked.

 

“Sorry, gran.”

He muttered to the decease grandma despite the ache of his abdomen from the denied release.

 

With a new smile found on his face, he approached Irie and in all nakedness lay beside him as he played with his lover’s hair. It’s like a spilt ink, he scrutinized as he wiped the hair that fanned his lover’s handsome face.

 

“Pretty as a picture,”

Lee mumbled before he kissed his lover affectionately at the forehead. His forestry orbs shone with fascination at the Japanese male lying beside him.

 

He could trade all of his fortune, but he’d die before he’d form a thought to leave his lover.

 

“Aishiteru yo.”

Lee beamed at Irie through the dimness of the room.

 

Lee hugged his lover, their heartbeats melded into one despite the nagging thought that if he’s so happy at this moment, something bad will happen at the future. He might just over-analyze things but he wished he could prove his instincts wrong this time as he tightly squeeze Irie afraid his lover would completely disappear.

 

 

[Choco Berry]

The yakuza was sweating, moans short-clipped and hips grinding with ecstacy, wanting nothing more than his insides filled with Lee's everything. He tried to at least cope a feel on his own member but then Lee caught his hand and move it away. Shame filled Irie's eyes as he finally turned to face Lee, embarrassed to look at the man straight in his eyes. His member, hard and strong and towering his hips begged for attention though Lee insist on ignoring it. Irie cried, his leg hooked on the male's hips, pulling him closer.

 

"Lee-san.. please.." he sobbed, lust clouding his sanity as his cries demanded Lee to just get it over with. But Lee seems to act differently this time. Even when he took his clothing off felt like eternity for Irie, as he reached up to trail his fingertips on those ripples of hard muscles as he thought, damn, he's one lucky bastard.

 

Such a godly build, Irie thought that he wished to trail his tongue over those, licking his lips as he imagined him doing just that. Glancing down, he finally got a sight of that monstrosity of a cock, aiming and ready to impale him. He groaned and hooked another leg as soon as the man entered, filling him up balls deep. He was bracing himself for another hard thrust but Lee didn't move. Instead he stayed where he is, his face in deep concentration contorted with arousal.

 

Irie looked back as he let himself get lost into those forestry hues, and when Lee moved, he swallowed hard, his entrance wrapped tightly around the hard member while it slowly but dutifully sought its sweet spot. Irie's face was plagued with delicious lust, his moans were still held back until Lee hit his special place wherein he cried out his lover's name.

 

So slow yet so forceful. Lee made sure he'd pull out almost all of him, leaving a teasing tip before thrusting back inside and hitting that spot, over and over. Irie arched his back, his everything from hips down spasmed in full throttle as he clung on the sheets on his sides. Tears welled and ran on the side of the oyabun's cheeks, his mind all ready to go blank and surrender to insanity as Lee assaulted his ass in the most lascivious of ways, slowly grinding, meticulously carving himself until Irie took his form. It was made even worse when he was denied of cumming, making his moans mingle with cries, begging for release.

 

"Aaah... Lee~!" He couldn't help but cry his lover's name, his hand clawed on Lee's shoulder. He badly needs release or his mind would go into the abyss. Just as when he's about to surrender, Lee finally pumped him. This is definitely a punishment from trying to get ahead of himself but then again, it made everything feel a lot better. He didn't realize until now that he loved this kind of sex and probably get into it. Irie's face down to his shoulders were all shades of red, his chest heaved and it didn't take long for Lee to make his lover cum and make a mess out of the angelic figure splayed on the bed.

 

Irie Tsukishima saw the heavens flash before his eyes, this release was the best one yet as his whole body gyrated and his loud breathing filled the room. Why must his lover be this good in bed, he had no idea. He'll just have to accept the fact that Lee Montclair is all just for himself and no one else's.

 

The raven-haired male lay on the bed, weak and thoroughly spent. His lean nakedness almost drowned in those pristine sheets as he still basked on the aftermath on that single, mind-blowing release. Turning his head, he reached out to slide his fingers against Lee's back to gain his attention once more. The love of his life-- mind, body and soul. He gently welcomed the man in his arms, too weak to move but then he tried to at least shift himself to the sides to press against Lee. Irie was quiet but his heartbeat thumped loudly against his chest.

 

"Aishiteru yo.."

 

Irie was beyond happy but when he heard his lover say that, he was euphoric. His eyes were wide as marbles as he smiled shyly. A heartfelt confession that the two have not been renouncing often to each other and for Irie, realizing it just now, it was his first time saying it to Lee.

 

"Aishiteru yo... Lee-san..." Irie replied with a loving smile. Lee might have said something else but Irie was too tired, he passed out the second he got comfortable in his lover's arms.

 

 

--

 

 

Irie woke up from the warmth of the peering sunlight that kissed his body the next morning. Despite the jetlag and exceptional sex last night, he was well-rested-- wrong. The moment he stood up, his legs seemed to have no strength to hold up his weight as he yelped and fell right on his butt. Chuckling in surprise, Irie clung on the side of the bed dismissing the thought of going to the shower for a while. Covering his lower half with the soft sheets, the raven decided to stay beside his sleeping lover, eyes filled with amorous desires. He lay his head on top of Lee's chest, admiring how handsome his lover is even when sleeping. He smiled and reached to run his fingertips over Lee's stubble, something he himself would probably never have any time soon. This may have made the man flinch from the ticklish sensations, rising from his deep slumber as Irie was greeted by his favorite emerald orbs.

 

"Hey there, handsome" He whispered ever so gently, "I believe you owe this man a tour for kidnapping and bringing him all the way half across the earth."

 

It was a sudden refreshing feeling, casually talking to his lover. Maybe it's something to do with the bond that they'd established over time that Irie had started to grow closer, more comfortable when he's with Lee and to be honest, it feels nice. He sat up and kissed his hazy-eyed lover on the forehead. They only have a limited time to spend together like this, but Irie could only dream for this to last a lifetime.

 

[gin]

A rumble reverberated beneath his ribs before he managed a low grumble, like a lazy lion awaken from its dreamless slumber. Bright green eyes managed to survey the lonesome ceiling with a modernized chandelier created with gold and black, then glided past the thick curtains where the rays of the sun fared to slip past the huge room as it gave a warm shadow at the huge expanse.

 

“Morning,”

He scratched his stubble before his huge hands settled atop Irie’s soft hair.

 

A perfect morning for someone like Lee, it’s a selfish thought to hold unto, especially when he saw his oriental lover cozied atop his chest with a sight to exchange fortune with.

 

"I believe you owe this man a tour for kidnapping and bringing him all the way half across the earth."

 

“Sure, in a moment.”

He bent his head as he sloppily kissed Irie before he heaved himself away from the comfortable bed, naked.

 

The CEO’s hands managed to flick the radio player as it produced a soothing sound befitted for a morning stroll. With a few stretches, he walked towards the bed and unceremoniously heaved Irie with his strong arms as he ventured towards the huge comfort room.

 

With the warmest of smiles and a few stolen kisses here and there Lee managed to place Irie to the huge Jacuzzi tub and started to tinker with its functions. As soon as the warm stream of water started to rise, and a couple of bath bombs, he followed suit as he sat behind Irie without unnecessary fuss.

 

His warm soapy hands find succor as it clasped both Irie’s hands, with a tight grip Lee shut his eyes tight and mentally accomplished a sign of the cross. –He was so in love, the Monclaire heir thought. It was kind of dangerous and lived upon, the moments that they both shared, that even the simplest chore of being together made his heart soar.

 

He didn’t deserve this happiness, Irie Tsukishima deserved better. Someone who can love him unselfishly and was understanding enough to meet his compromises. Lee wasn’t anything but that, yet he knew his flaws. Selfish he can be, he’s willing to fit himself just to be with Tsukishima. Even if he isn’t the perfect puzzle piece for Irie, he’d go to such lengths just to get them both closer, cut his own piece just to meet Irie’s perfect ones.

 

After a solid thirty minutes, Lee hoisted himself up without a word and rinsed himself clean from the bubble bath. His broad back and perfectly molded bottom displayed in front of Irie before he grabbed a comfy towel to dry himself with.

 

With a final huff he’d settled with dressing himself. A white long sleeves, a black cotton pajamas with white stripes at its side and a pair of cheap slippers he managed to slip in a hurry. Lee haphazardly pocketed his wallet and waited for Irie as he paid no mind to his starved stomach.

 

The usual ringtone blasted from his phone and he managed to dash outside the hotel lobby with a black sunglasses perched atop his nose and a black cap atop his head. He looked suspicious in contrast with the lavish interior of the hotel.

 

“No J, I’ve told you a million times if Gustav Corporation doesn’t meet with our demands then the deal is off. Just send me the analysis by the end of this day and make sure to check with the head accountant once in a while. Fire him since he’d cause me another ten million this quarter. That geezer thought I was daft not to notice his little transfers behind my back.”

Brows furrowed, he calmly ordered Josephine everything that needed to be done by the end of the week. Ten million was the least of his worries, he needed 'loyal' employees.

 

No matter how many countries he crossed, how far he was from Manhattan, and how he managed to capture a certain Oyabun’s heart; he’s still the big boss of Montclaire World Financial. God forbid, he had no plans of slacking despite the unplanned vacation.

 

It was so stressful just hearing those updates from Josephine but all his worries were washed upon Irie’s arrival at the ground floor. His lover seemed used to his usual disappearances when catering important calls.

There's no need for Lee to involve Irie with trivial work problems.

 

“Shall we,”

Lee chuckled at how Irie was still shy to clasp his hands in public.

 

Like he could care at all.

[Choco Berry]

 

How in love is Irie Tsukishima?

 

The moment his lover got up, his eyes never strayed to anything else. He hadn't paid attention to the elaborately-designed room they've slept in, nor the lavish living room just outside their bedroom suite, he even have quite forgotten they were in Italy. He had not checked his phone once, nor check to see if he still have it. His mind, body and soul is filled with all of Lee Montclaire.

 

Irie's focus is solely on his lover-- the way the man's muscle tensed and eased when he stretched, the man's debonaire smile when he picked him up the bed and just how he made Irie's heart soar in happiness is but the Montclaire's magic all in all. He was euphoric. How glad is he for stalking Lee and then getting kidnapped by the same man and made their merry way to a foregin land in just a snap of a finger. It almost felt like a fairytale, only the princess is actually a tattoo-studded yakuza male in his late twenties and is surrounded by goons most of the time instead of friendly forest animals. Irie did not grew up with fairytales being told to him during his childhod but despite all that, he believed in fate. And it was fate that brought the two of them together. That, or maybe it was because of a crazy, drunken deal by some bored billionaires.

 

Irie settled himself in the large jacuzzi, blushing faintly as soon as Lee joined him and pressed against his back. He could feel Lee's everything from behind, warm, slippery and just overall taking a toll on Irie's sanity whilst he fought the urge to get aroused. The bath bombs were a great distraction as he focused on the dissolving sphere of powder turning the water into a harmonious symphony of blue, yellow and pink.

 

"Haven't you had enough last night, Irie?" he argued to himself internally. Apparently, when you're with a Montclaire, once will never be enough.

 

Slowly easing himself, he welcomed Lee's hands to wash his back as he did the same afterwards until time quickly passed and Lee was the first to get out of the tub. Irie shamelessly stole glances on the male's well-toned body and that perfect behind that he would trade anything for in this world. Being lucky is an understatement.

 

He got out of the tub after a few relaxing minute savoring the massage feature of the jacuzzi. Why didn't they have this installed back in Fukushima? Beyond the bathroom door, he could hear his lover's phone ringing and that familiar stern voice relayed, and at once, Irie closed his eyes knowing it was a work-related call. It was then that he was reminded of the truth that he's dating the Montclaire, co-owner of the Fortune 500 Company Montclaire World Financial. A mouthful and intimidating title for some, but it never fazed Irie that much. Heck, this said share-holder went nuts over a drunk deal, got a gum stuck in his wig and starved himself just for the kicks of being a homeless person. The man has his moments of crazy like any other normal person. The fond memory brought a smile to Irie. He wondered what could've happened if he chose to ignore the 6-foot tall homeless man back then?

 

Irie stood up and showered, following the pattern Lee did. He was glad there were some fresh new clothes, a new pair of underwear and slippers to dress for comfort. What surprised him is that they fit him well, as if the hotel staff expected his arrival and knows exactly his size. One final touch of perfume from the dresser and he followed Lee in the lobby.

 

Taken aback by the sea of foreign faces, he tiptoed to look for his lover. A sudden churn of gastric pain hit his stomach, a usual feeling of anxiety Irie gets whenever he had to deal with unfamiliar events, and how he's the only oriental man in this building, in a land he's never been. He made way through the crowd, pardoning himself past a tall male speaking in Italian to his lover who seemed utterly in love just by looking in her eyes. Irie wondered if he looked exactly like that when he's with Lee. Hopelessly, deeply, madly in love. And then there he is, standing tall and handsome while giving the goofiest of smiles. He looked just like a dream Irie never knew he'd wanted and came true. Irie shyly took the other's hand and squeezed it, trying to gain confidence just from Lee's strong grip as the pair stride outside, feeling the warm, sunny weather of Italy.

 

 

 

[gin]

The distant glow of the ever radiant sun made a two o’ clock shadow at the people loitering the streets of Florence. Lee with his signature black cap was stuck to Irie like a glue, his left hand draped at his lover’s shoulder. Definitely a hoodlum ready to maul someone judging his lame attempt of a fashion disaster to try to look as common as possible.

 

The Florence Cathedral, imposing as it was, pretty much erected at the middle of where they were standing. Lee sneakily swiped his phone open and managed to snap pictures of Irie gawking at the huge structure. A stolen picture that made his heart giddy in the right kind of place. A picture where Irie looked like an angel as the morning light gave warmth to his jovial face that was watching the vastness of the Cathedral. He beamed at his phone before sneakily pocketing it, afraid he’d been caught red-handed. He’ll make it his wallpaper, to last a lifetime.

 

“I take it that you’re famished? Come I’ll show you the best place in town,”

Lee snickered like he’d known an inside joke he’s not willing to share not until they arrived at the

‘said’

place.

 

It didn’t took too long for them to arrive their destination since all of the restaurants and boutiques clustered on the same streets. Lee stood in front of Mcdonald’s, a far outcry of the McDonald’s Irie had seen in Japan. The branch itself looked so lavish with its nice Corinthian designs and the color palette that would describe fancy rather than commercialized.

 

“This would rival any five star restaurant,”

Lee winked as he chuckled warmly to Irie, the side of his eyes wrinkled with glee.

 

Without further ado, Lee hauled Irie to queue in front of the service area as Lee’s eyes scanned the menu on top hungrily.

 

“What would you want, love?”

He asked rather loudly earning a faint blush at the female tourists who stared at the two of them coyly.

 

“Oh no they’re both gay.”

 

“They’re too hot not to be.” They shushed whisper at each other in which Lee turned deaf at their unnecessary comments.

 

“Ciao, uno palatine, uno La Colazione, uno Gran Crispy McBacon, e tutto ciò che il mio amante vuole,”

He craned down towards Irie’s height,

“You can point what you want.”

He smiled and grabbed a wad of cash from his pocket. Which was a sight since Lee doesn’t even bring with him money, he just brings his ever reliable Centurion cards.

 

It was a breather not to pay everything with just a swipe and it would be totally strange to hand the woman a black card when in fact everyone just hands money like normal person. He had enough of the odd stares and he was never a fan of getting unwanted attention so he’d immediately grabbed the tray filled with sumptuous fast food meal before he muttered ‘Grazie’ to the teller.

 

“Dig in,”

He smiled as he immediately attacked his burger with much gusto of a man starved to death.

 

He’d a long list of what places he’d like to bring his lover here and there. A tidbit of surprise along the lines and might as well watch the sunset like two love-struck fools at Piazzale Michelangelo. His left hands traced at the small red box inside his pajamas, a promise ring he’d likely give Irie if he wasn’t that nervous enough as he kept tracing it.

 

Thoughts muddled his brain, it was a spur of a moment thing to buy a black ring carved from a meteorite but Lee planned it all along. The problem was the right time to give it to Irie without looking like a fool and embarrass himself further.

 

This was frighteningly fast for him to analyze but to hell with it, he’d let his mind let loose just for once, for something he’d known to be right all along.

[Choco Berry]

Irie made sure to cling on Lee's arm like a toddler, afraid to lose his lover in this sea of crowd. One slip and he will drift to nowhere and he himself is not good at being overseas and alone. To get lost is not in Irie's itinerary since he only have three days in this short-lived vacation. Or less.

 

The pair, simply dressed as they can be, are stunners in their own ways. The strong contrast between their looks and height caught many stranger's eyes, especially when Lee's arm is draped over Irie's shoulders like a possessive lover that he is.

 

They arrived in front of a massive cathedral, Irie recognized the structure as the Florence Cathedral from his Humanities class back in college. He had always noted that bell tower, standing freely and independent and yet it is still an integral part of the building complex. Without it, the architecture is incomplete.

 

He got a little lost in his thoughts that he did not notice Lee to pull away and stepping back to sneakily take a picture of him with his silly face awed by the building. And when he did, Irie clumsily looked for his lover around.

 

"Don't leave me standing there alone like that!" He exclaimed and playfully slapped Lee's chest with a laugh. "And yeah, I'm famished."

 

Irie thanked the heavens that Lee didn't bring them to a fancy restaurant. They are barely dressed properly to be even stepping into any of those fancy places. Their outfits says commercial and what place screams commercial other than a fastfood place? The almost familiar menu greeted Irie but then taken aback when Lee staeted talking in Italian. It was such a turn on when his man speaks in a foreign language. Maybe he should ask Lee to talk durty to him in bed in Italian. But then again, it would definitely sound sexy rather than dirty.

 

“You can point what you want.”

 

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'll have this, Chicken McNuggets,a cheeseburger, small fries and a large drink."

 

Irie was oblivious about the snide comments the girls behind them made as he helped Lee on the trays as they both walked to an empty booth.

 

"Remember when..." Irie smiled and bit his lower lip,as if digging the most precious thing in his memory, his eyes lighting up with joy. "When I handed a set lunch to you back in Japan before I go to my interview in Montclaire? We ate it at a park bench... God, I was such a whiny wimp back then." He chuckled and took a bite on a fry, blushing faintly. "And now look where we are."

 

He sipped his drink, eyeing the man in front of him with curious eyes, wanting to know the reason why Lee even disguised himself as a homeless man but then, he didn't want to put any unnecessary bad taste during their precious lunch together.

 

[gin]

It’s almost noon and Lee ordered a batch of french fries and was taking too long to eat the sad potatoes. He glumly stared at the fries as if it held answers as to when and how he’s going to give Irie the promise ring. When Irie almost caught on his sulking, he immediately freshen up, gave the million watt smile to his lover who’s probably thinking that Lee’s either forcing it or having a heavy case of diarrhea.

 

After the fries, Lee stood immediately and waited for his lover to follow suit before he caught Irie’s hands into a strong grip.

 

Even before dusk he’d already planned the itinerary as the both of them tread at the mass of people loitering all over the place like chicken with no heads. The CEO grimaced at his thoughts, he was totally nervous and Lee Montclaire does not even do ‘nervous.’

 

A hard feat to do something as simple, he felt the heaviness of his pocket that carried the meteorite ring. His thoughts all muddled all together, tried to reconstruct what’s the best possible scenario all throughout the day.

 

---maan just relax.

He sighed as he stared at the ice cream truck.

 

“Oh want to have some ice cream, love?”

And without even waiting for Irie’s answer Lee, against all odds, swam through the crowd down the ice cream truck.

 

“Spicy chocolate for me and Vanilla for my lover here,”

He winked at Irie before he whispered,

“coz’ he is too Vanilla,”

 

The vendor beamed at their antics before handing the promised ice cream. He swore his stomach is an unfathomable pit. The both of them sat peacefully at one of the benches finding contentment at the silence that surrounds them.

 

At one side glance, Lee caught his lover having a hard time at the melted ice cream running down his index finger. With a devious smirk Lee leaned closer to Irie’s space and licked the poor remnants down into one last swipe of tongue in his lips.

 

A haughty smirk painted at Lee’s as he stared at his lover’s face.

“Who cares? no one knows who we are,”

He shrugged and continued eating his dessert in peace.

 

 

 

“I’ve remembered the time I had to pretend poor whenever I see a park, you know? Have I ever told you why I did that??”

Lee chuckled at his lover’s response. How foolish of him not to tell Irie the cause of the event that led the two of them together.

 

“It’s a stupid case, I had a bet with my dear pal Oscar over a villa in Malibu. I have to surrender my cards and keys and withstand a month of poorness. Though I didn’t finished the contract, Oscar, the pal that he was, gave me the villa anyways,”

He shook his head at the memory of their drunken and stupid decisions.

 

“I have to show you that villa. It’s literally atop a cliff and had a five star modernize architecture. Like a castle in the heavens.”

Lee smiled at himself as he started to get chatty with his lover.

 

Lee just wanted to show Irie the world, how bad could that be??

 

Dawn at the Piazzalo be damned as Lee grabbed the box that held everything he’d wanted to be with Irie.

 

“Irie.”

He opened the black box and it earned a gasped from his lover and a couple of by-standers who’d probably spied the two hot studs who had eyes all-over themselves.

 

“Can I gave this promise ring to you hoping that you won’t kill anyone when you take the throne of your Yakuza empire? And I have this promise ring to swear to you, that I’ll always love you----only you,”

Lee grabbed the other pair and wore it perfectly at his left index finger, the gold specs of the meteorite ring shined a beautiful gleam under the sunlight.

 

Lee was tad nervous as he waited for his lover’s reply patiently. Breathing was hard as he felt everyone turn into slow motion and gradually enveloped by darkness.

 

Only him and Irie mattered and Lee hoped, with all his heart that Irie Tsukishima will take the ring and promise…

[Choco Berry]

Irie sat on the the table merrily eating his late lunch, casually chatting with the love of his life in the most farfetched place he could ever imagine. He picked on the fries delicately, as if it held the remaining time he have with his Lee who had not said a word after he mentioned about the first time they met. Maybe he did made the conversation a little sour, Irie still has no idea why Lee did that play-pretend hobo game. He was itching to know.

 

"Are you ok? You seem rather uncomfortable?" Irie asked while placing a hand over Lee's. "We can always go back to our hotel room if you're not feeling well."

 

Gaining a reassuring smile as a response, Irie continued eating. Might as well finish his food and move on with the tour.

 

Irie is a quiet man, but that doesn't mean his mind isn't racing with curious thoughts of his lover being anxious as he held his hand rather tightly. The first time the man did such a thing was when they went to meet Irie's father, asking permission to date him. An anxious Lee is rather transparent and easy to read. He was about to pull the man to a stop when they already made a stop in front of an ice cream cart.

 

"Oh, want some ice cream, love?"

 

His lover didn't even wait for his response and darted right in front of the cart, ordering using that same foreign language Irie could not help but think as hot. He could only observe Lee and his adorable antics; the corners of his eyes wrinkled in delight upon receiving two cones of the frozen treat. Witnessing a multi-million worth CEO getting excited over ice cream is indeed priceless.

 

"Thank you. Looks delicious!" Irie giggled and carefully lapped on the soft, cold treat. With his other hand holding Lee's while the other held the cone, the two walked towards a bench and just watched the busy people pass by, letting themselves linger in peaceful silence as they ate their ice creams.

 

Lee definitely knows how to fluster Irie when he leaned forward and licked his lover's fingers where the dripping ice cream had trailed. They were too lovestruck to even care of the curious eyes around them and just giggled like giddy high schoolers.

 

"Lee-san, you're so childish..." he teased, earning a smirk from the man.

 

"Who cares? No one knows who we are."

 

Irie laughed heartily and winked at the man. He could kiss him right here, right now.

 

"True... But if you're trying to seduce me, maybe you should try harder."

 

He was so in love. So lost that he didn't realize the sun had already started to set and the skies had turned into a pretty color of mixed tangerine and pomelo.

 

 

“I’ve remembered the time I had to pretend poor whenever I see a park, you know? Have I ever told you why I did that??”

 

Irie smiled and turned to his lover. There's the topic he wanted to bring up.

 

"No, you haven't told me anything. Honestly, I have been dying to ask you that. What was the reason?"

 

“It’s a stupid case, I had a bet with my dear pal Oscar over a villa in Malibu. I have to surrender my cards and keys and withstand a month of poorness. Though I didn’t finished the contract, Oscar, the pal that he was, gave me the villa anyways. I have to show you that villa. It’s literally atop a cliff and had a five star modernize architecture. Like a castle in the heavens.”

 

Irie shook his head with a grin. He could only chuckle about how simple-minded billionaires can bet on properties and mansions over such trivial and inane game. Nevertheles, his laugh was not meant to mock his lover and his life choices. If Lee didn't do such a thing and resorted to a rather sane judgement, the two of them would never cross paths. Life is indeed unpredictable.

 

"I would love to see that villa. And maybe spend the holidays there with you. If it wasn't for that crazy bet, a CEO like you would never cross paths with an in denial yakuza-cum-store clerk like me."

 

Irie's gaze was focused on the crowded street, smile painted on his lips as he started reminiscing about their meeting, but when he looked back at Lee, his complexion turned from flustered to pale and then back to being even more flustered.

 

The man was holding out a black ring with a precious expression on his face. Irie's words were cut as he was held back in surprise.

 

"Wh-what's this?" he asked, voice cracking and sort of panicking. This could not be a marriage proposal, because if so, they are moving incredibly fast.

 

“Irie, can I give this promise ring to you hoping that you won’t kill anyone when you take the throne of your Yakuza empire? And I have this promise ring to swear to you, that I’ll always love you----only you,”

 

Irie's face softened and tears started to well up. So this is the reason why Lee was being anxious all day. He looked down on the ring, it was exquisite and unique and totally speaks of their relationship.

 

It was a promise ring. A symbol that would remind Irie's humanity even when he takes over the Tsukishima Group. An every day reminder that one person believes in the pureness of his heart, the way Irie was when he took a homeless Lee in his apartment and showed unspeakable kindness. Irie was deeply in love with this man, but now he's head over heels. Tears finally decided to fall from his cheeks and pulled Lee on a tight hug.

 

"I want you to always believe in me... I promise not to stain my hands in cold blood. I love you so much, Lee Montclaire."

 

Irie accepted the ring and then gently leaned in for a gentle kiss, happiness filled his mind but then that tiny sting from his gut resurfaced, wondering if he could keep the promise. If not, he will break his lover's heart and he didn't want that.

 

[gin]

A relieve huff he didn’t even remember holding escaped from his mouth as he stood in front of Irie, a childish smile drawn on his lips. He couldn’t believe how Irie accepted his weird promise ring. Truth be told, he had no clue as to what he was completely doing since Lee knew he most likely would fuck things up. Lee might or might not read dozens of magazines on how to make a relationship work, just a preteen girl, he’s hopeless like that. The CEO was afraid to ask Oscar, knowing how his best friend would just brush it off as a prank of some sorts.

 

Under the skies of Italy, on a very humid day and in a middle of a public park, he’d finally had the courage to give Irie the promise ring. There were things he was doubtful enough, like how their relationship would work in a continuity knowing how jarring his type of work entails. Irie, his angelic and innocent lover, would probably kept the promise knowing the man he first met on the convenience store was like Mother Theresa reincarnate.

 

The fact that Irie Tsukishima was a yakuza, a few hiccup of their relationship, definitely made his idea come into fruition. It wasn't the idea he did not trust Irie, it’s most likely Lee did not trust his work field. The promise ring’s valour was just an excuse on itself, a validation, an attention that Lee desperately wanted from Irie, work be damned.

 

Gods! How the heartless Lee Saiounji – Montclaire had badly fallen.

 

Fallen or not, he was contented on their status, it was also his lonesome wishful thinking that it would last.

 

--Nothing lasts forever,

scoffed his old self as if to sneer at the love diseased CEO.

 

“Gods I must gone crazy,”

he muttered to himself, battling himself was definitely tiring.

 

With a final shook of his head, he dipped his head and gave his lover a peck on his lips. If someone would tell the old playboy Lee that he can finally go steady on a single human, he’ll definitely send said person into the nearest asylum.

 

The jokes on him.

 

They’d continued chatting idly at the Plaza, Lee apparently ate three different flavoured Gelato’s while at it. He’d miss these moments where they could date like a normal person, chat under the blue skies as they watch people casually relaxing during the afternoon. If only his work wasn’t hectic enough, he would sacrifice anything just to get to see Irie’s smile every day. But the world, his world, does not work like that, he had thousands of men underneath him, relying on his critical decisions; an empire he’d slowly love despite the toxicity it delivered onto him.

 

Right, one last thing. Lee sighed as he offered his hand at Irie, clasping it as they both ventured the cobbled streets. His eyes darted at this wrist watch, 1700H displayed, ‘it’s time.’

 

“I guess this is the main event,”

Lee motioned to a wide street with huge boutiques that paraded an array of prominent brands, expensive most of them.

 

He fumbled inside his pocket and managed to grab that accursed Centurion card and handed it to Irie.

“Dress nicely for me, Irie, this is after all the fashion capital.”

With that Lee ushered his beau at one of the boutiques.

 

“I guess I’ll leave you here since I myself have to prepare also.”

Lee wriggled his brows in enthusiasm despite the look of confusion his lover provided, it didn’t deter the man to nudge Irie inside.

 

“Most likely don’t forget this,”

Lee slipped a black envelope with a golden crest on it, before leaving Irie out of confusion.

 

 

The content was an elegant invitation card for an opera performance at Teatro Verdi, Florence. It was Phantom of the Opera and its team--- Masquerade.

 

A little black card was slip inside the envelope, in golden cursives it said:

 

 

 

[Choco Berry]

In his lifetime, Irie wouldn't have expected to date someone like Lee. True, he had this thought for many days ever since they started dating but being with such a person is like both a dream and probably a dream that is bound to be a nightmare; it is too good to be true and when he have to wake up, their current realities will soon be the end of it. Eloping to Italy and then exchanging promises by the piazza; Irie thought this thing only exists in fantasies and stories. He wouldn't have fallen for the man if it weren't for these little things that makes his heart flutter like a teenager experiencing the bliss of first romance. His anxiety is through the roof but he wanted to believe...

 

He wanted to believe that this could work-- their relationship. Even though it's bound to encounter huge hurdles-- him as a Yakuza and Lee as a perpetually busy businessman. Irie wanted to believe they both could surpass all these. Lee could be thinking the same; he coukd only hope for the best. The childish grin Lee flashed before him made his heart sink and soar at the same time if it was even remotely possible. Tiptoeing, Irie wrapped his arms around Lee's neck and returned the kiss. As much as his worrisome head of his is killing him from inside, he didn't want to hurt the only man that hopelessly loved him, who would break boundaries just for them to be together.

 

"God, I love him so much..."

 

 

 

 

As they idly chat and eat gelato in the plaza, Irie's fingers kept tracing the meteorite ring. It felt so weird having the item around his finger. Weird but good. He was glad Lee sealed a promise with this ring as it will hold his word and always remind Irie not to lose himself when the time comes as per the universe's demands...

 

 

"I guess this is the main event,”

 

"What's that?" Irie asked, startled, when Lee suddenly picked themselves up and walked towards a street lined with brightly lit boutique windows and leading the way into one of the stores. Of course, the staff and the general manager immediately lined up to greet them.

 

“Dress nicely for me, Irie, this is after all the fashion capital. I guess I’ll leave you here since I myself have to prepare also.”

 

"What's this," Irie chuckled in surprise "You want me to go shopping?" He accepted the card and smirked a bit when he read the gilded words.

 

"Oh. I see. Well, fine, although I honestly don't know what to wear in an opera."

 

The branch manager stepped out and gestured his hand "Ms. Dana here will assist you in choosing the right items. We assure you of our quality clothes and impeccable service." The woman who held a youthful smile stepped forward

 

Irie blinked and smiled at the manager and faced Lee once more with a naughty, scheming smile.

 

"Fine. You too better prepare nicely, Mr. Montclair. I will bring the surprise later." He grabbed Lee's collar down to whisper on his ear. "And when that surprise arrives, I need you to be the gentle lamb as you promised..."

 

He pecked a gentle kiss on Lee's cheeks before sashaying next to the lady as they both led themselves through the booths.

 

 

 

"Pardon my questions, Sir. How is your stay in Italy so far?" the young lady asked with a deep French accent.

 

"It has been a great stay, thank you." Irie smiled and nodded at the selection of tuxedos that were lined at the common display area. "Are these the ones we need?" he asked, his English is unexpectedly flawless. The fabric felt elegant underneath his fingertips but the lady shook her head gently.

 

"Yes, these are the Class A tuxedos that we have. They are good but not the best and we only offer you the best that we have. Kindly follow me please."

 

Irie was led into a circular atrium that was lit by a glass dome ceiling. Irie was confused for a second as he thought it was already morning because the room looked well-lit by the natural light. The perimeter of the modernized atrium was lined by white Corinthian columns and mannequins that are dressed to the nines by different well-known designer brands.

 

"This way please." and here he thought the tour was over. The lady walked past two well-dressed security guards as they enter a door that was almost camouflaged against the bare walls. they entered a much smaller room, but it had grandiose decor of black and gold and even better tuxedo choices, all of which are Armani's, Lee's favorite brand of clothing.

 

"Whaaat..." Irie mouthed and chuckled as he was made to sit comfortably in a couch, while champagne was served for his comfort.

 

"This room and the items in it are exclusive only for Mr. Lee Saiyounji-Montclaire whenever he visits Italy. As you can see, he is quite fond of the Armani brand. Never bought ready to wear. Always made tailored." the woman clicked a button from a handy remote that made a wall panel emerged and a line of suits in protective black dress cover revealed before them. Irie took a large sip of the champagne and just nodded. He was too dumbfounded to say anything.

 

"And lately, he gave us your size, but it was just an estimation, of course. So now that you are here, we need your measurements for final adjustments on all these...Items." she then clicked another button and the left side wall panel revealed a line of tuxedos and formal clothings Lee had apparently pre-made for him. From suits to tailored dress shirts to pants. It's all there.

 

Irie looked away and blushed, putting down the champagne flute before he chokes on his own saliva.

 

"I see... Well. I am in a hurry so... Can I choose and do the measurements now?"

 

"Absolutely."

 

 

Surprisingly, the size Lee had given them were almost spot-on even the length of the pants. Irie blushed, Lee sure knows his body measurements and he knew how the man got them.

 

Irie opted for the white tux with black lining as it highlights the black meteorite ring Lee gave him. A few more store staff came inside the room suggesting two or three items such as cufflinks made from silver and onyx, but Irie smiled once he spotted the gold ones as he remembered Lee's words back on the hobo days. He immediately picked it along with the Rolex watch

 

Once done, Irie stood in front of the mirror and smiled, a little embarrassed to even look at himself because he had not dressed like this in ages-- maybe at all, and truth be told, he looked rather dashing.

 

"I think there is one problem left..." the assistant said with her finger on her lip.

 

"What? Do I need more than this?" Irie asked, brushing his hair up and looking at the mirror, totally convinced that he is all ready. The woman snapped her finger and in an instant, Irie was ushered outside of the room to god knows where.

 

 

--

 

2000H.

 

The limousine arrived at the Teatro Verdi. The japanese man stepped out of the vehicle as he stood regally in his black and white ensemble. Gently, he put on the mask and brushed his newly cut hair. He had never worn an undercut but the ladies and the guys at the salon swore he looked way better than before so he could at least trust them. Irie looked a lot more manly with the new hairstyle but the man is still too meek to imagine how Lee would like his new look.

 

"Lee-san... where could he be. He didn't even mention the seat number..." he brushed his nose and gathered all his confidence as he strutted up the opera house grand staircase. Hundreds of people gathered in the main hall as some swiftly find their seats while others casually chit-chat with their dates for the night. Irie entered the hall and one of the ushers politely handed him an opera glasses.

 

Irie thanked the man and proceeded to use the said item to look for the colossal, blonde man who would make his heart skip a beat upon taking a single glance; it didn't take long before he did. The man is walking towards a booth at the fourth floor balcony. Irie smiled, leading himself to the spot where Lee had sat comfortably as the opera was just about to start.

 

The balcony has a great view of the stage but almost perfectly hidden by plain sight. Irie gently tapped Lee's shoulder before pressing his cheeks against the male's from behind the chair.

 

"Found you~" Irie chuckled. "You know you stand out so well from the crowd, it is impossible for me not to find you."

 

Irie stepped in front of Lee and placed his awkward hands on his hips.

 

"So? I honestly think the haircut was unnecessary..."

 

Irie sat next to his lover and leaned in for a kiss, admiring the man closely.

 

"You look handsome, you're killing me. How will I be able to concentrate on the opera?"

 

 

Irie chuckled when his lover responded, both gloved hands were clasped as the opera started. Irie was quiet but with the way they are arranged in the seats, Irie could feel Lee's gaze over his nape. They were both here to enjoy the opera but Irie felt a little frisky when Lee started caressing his gloved hand.

 

"Shh... I thought you will be a gentle lamb? If you continue this, I will have to punish you..." Irie's eyes peered through his mask with a suggestive smirk.

 

 

[gin]

The orchestra was still tuning their instruments, some were idly chatting for the performance they’re about to start. Thousands of people were to watch their spectacular act of The Phantom of the Opera. Some even came from other neighboring countries, heck, the rest were from different continents. The staff behind the stage were also buzzing with barely contained excitement. The proscenium covered with velvet curtains, touch of gold trimmings that nipped its bottom tapestry. Traces of gold dust flecked all over the curtains and down the stage, it looked like the stage was made entirely of the universe itself. An extravagant play for an elite crowd.

 

Rich people had managed to station themselves into some mini bar on the left side of the box seats. Refreshments were catered to those chatting idly with the rest of the newly arrived.

 

As required by the play, all of them wore masks to conceal each other’s identity. Nonetheless, some of the VIP’s managed to recognize the man that wore a long black trench coat, his mask was studded by diamonds and had intricate swirling patterns marred with a lace of gold that flared his light blonde hair like a beacon of light. A black cane on his black gloved finger, clearly the male lacked a color palette but certainly black and gold was his ensemble. Emerald hues peak behind the black mask that concealed the upper half of his face, the said man sipped casually at his champagne.

 

Lee Montclaire-Saiounji managed to garner everyone’s attention with the charismatic atmosphere gathered around him. The man remained stoic, as he tried to parade the persona he often portrays whenever he was on a public eye. Paparazzi’s snapping unwanted pictures of him as he strode with an air of indifference. Shoulders squared, full-height prompted, as he imposed an air of regality that put some nobleman into shame. He could dress like a noble if the time precedes.

 

Josephine managed to catch a flight and hailed their private car immediately to Teatro Verdi. She survived the men’s population salivating at her crimson red dress that had slits on both sides and hugged her well endowed breast and bottoms. Some did wonder does she even had a panty underneath the studded dress. She wore a simple white half mask that would put contrast at her heavily mascara filled eyes, her lips painted blood matte. Josephine’s hair was on a tight bun with a silver snake coiled around it, eyes studded in ruby.

 

“Virtual signature here please,” with a monotone Josephine handed Lee a tablet and a pen.

 

Lee raised a brow at the woman’s nasty mood, still he didn’t had the decency to bring it up. He knew all too well of Josephine’s reaction or the lack thereof, especially when ninety point nine percent was entirely his fault.

 

The both of them ascended a flight of stairs towards Lee’s private booth, Lee suavely evaded the hounds of businessman hording them at the ground floor. Josephine managed to inform his boss of the changes during his absence. Little siestas couldn’t even compensate Lee in a moment, it was a tall order in between his almost non-existent vacations.

 

“Reyes would kill me if his stocks plummet. Inform, no, tell Oscar to compromise with the deal. We can’t afford to lose the Los Angeles factory.”

Lee swiped at the tablet furiously as Josephine tapped at her keypad, her neck leaning at her right as she answered a call.

 

“Now go before Irie’s sees you.”

Lee shove the woman away from the box, the other secretaries managed to scoop up the remaining folders left by Josephine.

 

Being a CEO was a messy work, it wasn’t about the glitter and luxurious life ahead. Little did ordinary people knew what the people at the upper echelon does to maintain their workers life on the line, they basically held it glued all together no matter what cost were to be made. Just one mistake and it would send all of those men below the organizational chart jobless. Envious they might be but the road to success is hellish and lonely, not that Lee had no remedy for that as he smoothened his gloved fingers at the meteorite ring on the base of his neck that looked like a makeshift pendant.

 

Lee slumped at the plush couch as he massaged the brewing headache away. His eyes were watery from the contact lenses as he squinted at the crowd.

 

Now where would his lover be? The male smirked as he lifted another bottle of champagne from the mini fridge beside the plush couch, perks of being a VIP as he managed to snag a luxurious booth bigger than the rest.

 

The heavy curtains slowly lifted and the audiences were greeted by a gothic chandelier as the orchestra strum a low sound. Being quarter Italian, thanks to his father’s fucked up lineage and ancestral farts who couldn’t even settle on a single nationality, Lee managed to know all the plays held in Italy. When he was still young and Tsubaki was shockingly tamed enough to play mother for him, the both of them would watch plays after plays as a form of bonding. The Phantom of The Opera was always the same despite different portrayals it sparked in between different producers and staff.

 

"Found you~" Irie chuckled. "You know you stand out so well from the crowd, it is impossible for me not to find you." Lee didn’t even turn his head as he knew the familiar scent wafting through his nose.

 

"So? I honestly think the haircut was unnecessary..."

 

“It was, look we matched.”

Lee with a child’s mirth grinned, dropping the cold façade as soon as he saw the love of his life.

 

"You look handsome, you're killing me. How will I be able to concentrate on the opera?"

 

“Oh your flattery won’t work young sir. I’ve already sold myself to the highest bidder,”

Lee’s arms pulled Irie closer, his head buried at his lover's abdomen as he clutched the man tighter.

 

"Shh... I thought you will be a gentle lamb? If you continue this, I will have to punish you..."

 

“Then punishment it will be.”

Lee teased as he slowly pounced the seated young male.

 

The both of them totally shadowed by the huge curtain, the crowd unaware of the indecency happening at the first booth on the fourth floor. His wet lips slowly descended towards the other man languidly, his fingers playfully stroked at Irie’s new hair lovingly. The kiss was not any bit rushed as tongues swirled not even fighting for dominance yet for passion soon to be claimed.

 

Fingers tweaked at the plump nipples as Lee managed to open Irie’s vest and shirt. The other hand working for the unattended nipple as his mouth lavished the other one. His eyes fluttered upward as he saw how Irie had started to arch his body, begging to be touched more. He gently pushed his lover towards the couch as he continued his barrage of kisses at Irie’s neck and chest.

 

“I suggest you be quiet love, we don’t want them hearing something not part of their play,”

Lee laughed as he captured Irie’s mouth, halting whatever lewd sounds the other was about to make.

 

His huge hands slightly poking the dent underneath Irie’s boxers. His own member was half-hard the moment he saw Irie, talk about real-life viagra.

 

Makes wonders, you see.

 

“Suck me dry, Irie.”

With a no-nonsense whisper, Lee slowly removed himself from the male as he situated back to his spot from the couch. The CEO managed to free his member as his eyes stared hungrily at Irie, beckoning his lover to come over.

 

Irie’s head on his lap, as his gloved fingers stroked gently at the obsidian hair. The dent was unbearable and throbbing but Lee’s excitement turned into one hell of a sensual ride.

 

 

 

With a snicker, his fingers swayed with the tune of Christine Daaé's 'Think of Me'---- He likes Opera’s after all.

[Choco Berry]

Lee's gentle touch sent shudders through Irie's spine. He wanted to focus on the play but Lee is being a little adventurous, and as soon as he turned to his lover, he was greeted by an intense kiss. It seems Lee is fixated with his new haircut which made him smirk in confidence. His three-layered clothing, which took him some time putting on peeled off easily on his lover's eager hand which rendered him half dressed and a painful tent forming underneath his trousers while his mask remained intact.

 

Irie kissed Lee back, it was gentle yet passionate while his own hands did their work under Lee. His massive cock raging under that fabric twitched in agony, eager to impale his lover beneath him in so many ways possible. Irie arched his back as soon as his chest met those warm lips, his nipples enveloped into wet kisses and suckled them into life.

 

"Mmm.. Lee. We're... in public. People might..." Irie moaned but it was halted by yet another kiss, sealing his worries away. The booth is concealed with heavy drapes and the doors were locked. The only view that makes them slightly visible is by the opposite balcony and that is several feet away. Hopefully the people there won't use the mini binoculars to peek on the indecency happening inside their private booth.

 

Irie enjoyed nudging and rubbing on Lee's erection, he honestly cannot wait to suck it-- it's his one favorite thing to do with his shameless mouth. Lee must have read his mind as he located himself on the side of the couch and let Irie do his magic. He smirked and licked his lips as he situated himself betwedn Lee's powerful thighs, his fingers had been skillful taking those damn restrictions of a belt. He sighed audibly as soon as the package sprung into life with all its might and leaking tip. Lee's cock is surely a sight to behold with all those thick veins pulsating, all ready to make one go crazy.

 

Without a word, Irie, who was still wearing the mask, nudged the hot, hard flesh with his cheeks nipping on the shaft teasingly as he bask on his lover's reaction. Quickly, his mouth formed an O and slowly descended up to the base, and thus began his magic that captivated the business tycoon from the first time.

 

"Suck me dry, Irie."

 

Oh that's exactly what he's planning to do, Irie does not do half-hearted blow jobs. He opened his jaw and let Lee's whole cock slide down his throat. He winced and pulled out, panting heavily as spit trailed on his lips, clearly still not ready for how large his man is.

 

"You can come whenever you want, love. I'll take it all in..." he whispered with open seduction while licking his wet lips before diving back in, his tongue and cheeks moving in perfect synchronization while caressing the velvet base. Irie locked gaze on his lover sitting there and slowly losing it as he enjoyed his huge, already leaking lollipop, his hips arching and aching as he's slowly dying to have his lover inside him ...