Disclaimer: Feilong, Yanzhui, Mikhail, Yoh & Tao belong to Yamane Ayano sensei, the rest belong to me. .
Central Pairings: FeilongxMikhail. [For this chapter, Feilong & Yanzhui]
Rating: M | Warning: A little sexual graphic but no major smex.
Yanzhui ushered a stack of brochures on the table next to the vase and sat himself back on the couch. "Go over them quickly, Fei. And pick one," the older Chinese man spoke with a hint of indolent amusement in his voice before he took a sip of his tea. He pretended to shift his gaze towards the window, paying no heed to Feilong's current expression, and decided to give it a few minutes before he should speak again.
"Huh . . . ?'
Still with both hands remained on the sides of his laps Feilong arched his brow slightly, then glanced down at the materials and back at the other man before him. He wondered what Yan was up to now, he wanted to ask, but upon sensing the unspoken impatience in the man's tone and expression he decided against it. This 'go over and just pick one' order did not seem like something that worth worrying over for, at least not in Feilong's opinion. Picking up a couple of brochures now with his slender fingers Feilong scanned them quietly. From the first touch alone he could immediately tell that these are some fairly high quality papers, sold on high price and reserved for private use only. They were the same ones he used to see and work with during the old day as the leader of Baishe. Sighing he flipped the pages. Even though his eyes remained on the breathtaking pictures of luxurious beaches and glowing penthouses Feilong's mind was wandering elsewhere. His attention was only brought back to reality when he heard Yan calling his name sharply, "Fei," and then a hateful scorn, "this really shouldn't take you more than a few seconds."
Feilong grimaced as he forced himself to read over the materials again. They were all about the world's best vacation spots, ranged from some located in China to all the way to Florida, Caico, Switzerland, Caribbean and etc cetera. Feilong has been to most of these places during his boring business trips. Somehow, it amazed him that he missed out all these wonderful locations and opportunities. It would have been great to take Tao there, too, for a relaxing weekend. Slumping his shoulders slightly Feilong finally muttered, singling out one of them as he placed the rest down on the table: "This one then."
Yanzhui held the one brochure nominated by his baby brother, and chuckled openly while he setting down his tea. "Good judgment there, Fei. It would have been alright with me if you picked another one instead, though, I did have my eyes on this one for awhile myself." Pausing for a second he continued, "it truly couldn't by anymore delightful." There was no sarcasm in any of his words. If anything, to Feilong, he thought Yanzhui's reaction at this moment borderline sincere gaiety, and satisfaction as though he has just successfully read his mind.
"Are you going to be away on a vacation or something?" Gathering his nerves Feilong kept his voice calm. "Or are you planning to buy it out yourself?" Deep down he could not help but holding onto a thin line of hope that he is going to be left alone for awhile. With Yanzhui off elsewhere, even just for one day, he would not be tormented emotionally and/or physically. Hell, he could use such opportunity to sneak out of this prison he once called his home and find Tao. Tao, when was the last time he spoke to the boy? It was only last week Feilong was able to see him, ask about the boy's well-being and school for less than ten minutes before the body guards separated them. And Yoh also, he was nowhere to be seen. . .
"Why, of course," said Yanzhui.
He rested his chin on the back of his hand almost languidly, and glanced over at the beautiful being across the table. "Business has been hectic lately. While I have every intention of putting it all on hold I know that it is unwise to do so. It has come to attention also that you haven't been outside for months since the day I brought you back. So what would be better than to make a little arrangement as a compromise for both of us?" The dark gleams in the older Chinese man's eyes screamed danger to Feilong. It did not take that long for Feilong to realize what the other was saying.
"You want me to come with you?"
What are you planning, Yan?
"The fact that you are no different than a prisoner here, in my palm, does not mean I would not choose to pamper my beloved little bird once in awhile." Yanzhui leaned in closer to the other's neck and breathed in his wonderful scent. When Feilong instinctively tried to move away he was half-expecting Yanzhui to yank on his hair with brute force like usual, but this time the man had simply captured his face with one hand, still with the same unrelenting force but with a touch of gentleness in his movement this time. Unsure how to react Feilong found himself stopped struggling and immersed under their proximity and warmth. Something is not right, Feilong thought.
"Beside, I thought you've always wanted me to treat you more like a human being instead of a fuck toy or a plaything." He planted a small kiss on a handful of Feilong's silky strands, then slowly trailing up more kisses to his cheek, over the left eye and forehead. "I'd admit I want nothing more than to lock you up in this bedroom, ravishing you all day long and only allow you to step outside for a fresh air here and there. But, I am more than willing to make such lovely arrangement . . . flexible. For you, for us."
Feilong shuddered as Yan whispered those words to his ears. He tried to push out the thought of Yan actually carry out his twisted desire on him and he cursed at himself for feeling momentarily grateful for the man's self-control.
"So taking me to some luxurious getaway is your idea of flexible?"
Freedom sounds tempting enough but at what price?
A sick sensation swept over him as he asked himself that question. Up until now there have been only a few selective people who were aware of his humiliating situation. Putting up with the condescending stares from Yanzhui's followers and the servants were difficult enough for him. Feilong cringed at the idea of being flaunted off like some kind of property in front of the crowd of strangers or worst, to the people whom he used to do business with and spent every waking hours building his image to earn their fear and respect. Yet, since this is the filthy rich Chinese bastard himself, Feilong had an impression that Yanzhui would have the entire place reserved, and only the invited like the business partners, himself and Feilong will have the access. Gradually his world became incoherent and blurred. His mind was distracted when the man nipped on his earlobe and Yanzhui's response came in the form of low /br/
It is a small reward for your obedience, Fei—a well-deserved scraps of affection for a good little brother and pet.
"I think it is a fair compromise. And besides," tracing the back of a knuckle along the slight bruised skin above Feilong's cheekbones his expression lamented. For a bare second, the man's cold eyes were contorted into what seem to be guilt and sorrow. He tried to recover the mask but it slipped off again. He felt the once soft and delicate skin rugged and coarse. Judging from the way his touch stung Feilong still and watching him inched away, the discrete care from the doctor have failed miserably and he wondered if he should murder that worthless excuse of a trash right now or later. He sighed. "It looks like you could use a good beauty treatment and a manicure or two." He didn't mean to sound so melodramatic nor did he want to tease the other, but the effect was amusing enough for him to let it past. Watching Feilong shooting up a malevolent glare at him and tried to push away Yanzhui chuckled again. I will make it up for you, my pretty little bird.
"How is it a compromise when the other party has no say in it whatsoever?" This time he found the courage to raise his voice against the man, something in which he hadn't dared in a very long time since his confinement in his lonely mansion he called prison. Yanzhui's playful demeanor caused nothing but a disturbing vibe and chill down his spine. He couldn't comprehend or make any sense of it. The more he chuckles and brushing his skin loving the more he felt the urge to run away and puke. Everything Yanzhui does to him was revolting. And yet why was he aroused now? His strength was reduced to nothingness by the man's weight on top of him. He could never get used to this feeling of utter helplessness and shame. Truly, months of undergoing abuses horrendous on every level could not offer him tolerance to the monster before him. But amidst the uncomfortable hot breaths and dripping moisture, Feilong knew that he would never want to get used to this. For it will be the day he becomes a monster himself with no hope of turning back.
Yanzhui managed to undo the troublesome buttons on the silver white cheongsam while devouring the other's mouth with a demanding kiss. Even though Feilong was not resisting him head-on, he was still denying him of the access to the cavern of warmth and saliva. During the older day all Yanzhui has to do is to make a subtle threat about the Chinese boy named Tao, or Yoh, or both, he'd have the stubborn and prideful dragon reduced into a submissive and obedient little slut, begging Yanzhui to fuck him harder and deeper until the man is fully satiated. I must be going soft on him, the older Chinese man thought in mockery, feeling a dangerous emotion rising as he tried to calm himself down, not wanting ruin his plan with a pointless outburst.
Yanzhui contemplated on Feilong's question and decided to ignore it because he knew the response will only aggravate him. Compromise, in his opinion, is only an option when he can still get the desired profit without sacrificing too much on his own account. It sounded contradicting to the definition of the term itself but what is the use of analyzing it any further? Feilong's intoxicating scent mingled in the fragrant of his favorite shampoo was simply heavenly. He knew that he could just take the other right now and postpone the flight schedule. While calculating and weighting out the options he did not stop sucking on the sensitive skin just above the collar bones. Hearing a painful yelp from Feilong the man suddenly drew himself away. The harsh nibbling just now will surely leave another mark on that easily bruised skin. Damn it. Patience now, patience, I told myself that I would do this right and not give into temptation, the older Chinese man reminded himself silently before grabbing the paper materials. With the cell phone ready in one free hand he began to dial a number while exiting the bedroom, without looking back he ordered:
"Go take a shower. Dinner should be here soon, and do take a good long rest tonight. The servants will be here to help pack your stuff. The flight schedule should be finalized by tomorrow, the guards will come to fetch for you and I expect you to be on your best behavior, Fei. Make a repeat of that last little episode of yours and I will see to it that you'd regret it thoroughly." He stressed the last word, making clear of his threat. Before the doors closed behind him Yanzhui swore he heard Feilong whimpered pitifully, perhaps it was only his imagination. There is no difference whether it was conjured up by his mind or not. He will not have his order be defiled by the same person twice without bloodshed to make an example. Feilong is no exception.
W . . . What the hell was that all about? Still lying slumped on the couch with a half erection swelling inside of his pants Feilong struggled to pull himself together. He glanced down to see his cheongsam ruffled and drenched in cold sweat. Did the bastard really just walk away? Did his feeble resistance won over a battle for him? Feilong laughed at himself for the naivety in that question. As if it could have been that easily. "First a getaway vacation and then this, the bastard must be harboring some kind of twisted scheme." Feilong muttered, dragging himself into the bathroom before staring at his reflection in the mirror. Whatever Yanzhui has in store for him he did not want to think about it right now. No, the ugly truth is he could less about it. He was at the bottom pit of hell the day Yanzhui found him at the warehouse. He was hauled and manhandled into the back of a truck with a thick chain around his neck and wrists like some kind of lost dog to the /br/
That memory stung him as though it had just happened yesterday. After removing his clothes Feilong stepped into the shower, turning the water straight to the rush icy coldness in hope of calming his body down and the inner turmoil, however improbable it could be. He simply stood there, using both hands up against the wall for support and slowly allowed the water to work its magic.
Maybe, just maybe, the idea of a weekend getaway won't be so bad, Feilong tried to convince himself so. He needed a break from this awful place, needed some kind of distraction, anything that could make him forget about the presence. But the idea became so dull to him then. If he should start relax, or acting grateful to Yanzhui's offer, that bastard might take it as that it is okay to 'use him up' then patch up the wound with a nice little treat later. Feeling nothing pleasant about the matter Feilong shifted his thought elsewhere.
Fresh pain clutched at his heart as the face of a certain Russian flashed into mind. "Mikhail," Feilong whispered the name between his shivering breaths. The water went from alleviating his sexual arousal to small needles impaling on his delicate skin, ruthless and unyielding. "Mikhail, Misha . . ." Prior to the disastrous event Feilong walked up to him declaring that it was over between the two of them. The break-up wasn't supposed to be permanent. Permanent—the word rung inside of Feilong's skull as a reminder him of his foolishness, cruel and taunting altogether. Feilong thought he should have told Mikhail the truth. He received threats about Yanzhui's come back. He wanted to deal with the despicable monster that had haunted and destroyed his childhood by himself. If he had told the truth then maybe the Russian would understand, respect his decisions and back off. Wrapping the long, delicate fingers around the faucet the Feilong readjusted the water to a milder temperature. As much as he wants to stay within the wall of cold water and never step out again Feilong knew he cannot afford to catch a cold now. Yanzhui will be furious. Nothing good ever come from infuriating the man. Those were a few of many lessons he learned from the bastard's 'hospitality.'
"Misha—I wonder what is he doing right now," it was true that he missed the Russian man, a lot—as if I'd admit it if I do see him again.
With the shampoo oil in one hand Feilong ran over his hair quickly. A sigh of contentment escaped his throat as he felt the black strands sleek and clean between his fingers. He loved it whenever Mikhail brushes his hair. Every movement was full of tenderness and honest admiration he'd never thought could exist within the dark underworld. Since the day he was born there have been only three people so far who can touch him that way. Mikhail was unquestionably one of them. It's funny how such a simple gesture of affection can bring so much warmth to his heart.
"Mikhail Arbatov—"
Back when birds cannot fly and the sky was grey
Heaven was within my reach when I am with you.
"Feilong-sama, are you in there? It's us, Mei and Jun, Feilong-sama." The sudden knocks on the bathroom door jolted him back to reality. Through the thick clouds of water vapor and heat he heard the voice clearly. "Feilong-sama," "You can stop knocking now, Mei. I will be right out in a minute," they're here already?—replied Feilong with a groan while turning off the faucet. He then steps out with white robe around his body and the wet black hair was tangled messily within a large towel. From the corner of his amethyst optic he saw Mei busily arranging his meal, picking up one dish after another off the tray and onto the table. Jun was standing nearby the doors to Feilong's bedroom with three empty suitcases next to him. The boy gave him a gracious bow before speaking. "Feilong-sama, according to Yanzhui-sama's order I am here to help Mei-chan with your packing for the upcoming flight tomorrow." The boy kept his head hung low and gaze on the ground as if waiting for his master's approval, Feilong's approval.
Mei Chan and Jun Chan were the two current servants personally appointed to him by Liu Yanzhui. The two of them were no older than 16-year-old and he simply could not understand what Yanzhui see in them to give them such positions under Feilong in the household. True, Mei and Jun were very mature and competent for their age, just like Tao—no, scratch that, there was something about these two children that have been bothering him since the day they met. How should he put it . . . they do not have the gleam of innocence in their eyes like Tao.
Shaking his head lightly Feilong scowled at himself at that thought. For God's sake, they're just children, he reminded himself. "Feilong-sama?—"Jun boldly took a step forward and asked if something is wrong. Mei turned around as well and looked at her Feilong-sama with curiosity. Feilong could hear the sincere anxiety from the boy, and he began to wonder what led him to doubt about them in the first place. I'm getting way too jumpy for my own good. Feilong gave them a genuine smile, assuring the two that everything was fine—that there was nothing to worry about. Nothing, right? Right.
"I am so excited of the trip tomorrow!" Mei exclaimed merrily, shattering the lament atmosphere around Feilong as she went on ranting about all the wondrous western food and sparkling swimming pool and pretty new dress that she'd get to try once they get there. Jun narrowed his eyes at the girl, gesturing with a stern expression that said he will report this unacceptable behavior to master Yanzhui later if she does not stop now. Feilong paused from drying his hair with the towel. He spun around with a surprised expression at what he just heard.
"Wait, the two of you are coming also?" Why was he surprised? Mei and Jun have been at his service for almost half a year now so it was only natural that Yanzhui would allow them to accompany him. They have come to learn how he likes his morning tea, light meal, choice of cheongsam clothing down to the Haiku poetries he enjoyed reciting during the leisure time he had to himself. But for Yanzhui to actually indulge the children with a fancy feast and gifts is beyond weird. It is freakishly bizarre, preposterous and sinister! Feilong asked the child again if she was just exaggerating. She shook her head vigorously and claimed that master Yanzhui had indeed promised and gave his words to them so. "Alright, I take it back. One can never be too jumpy enough." That bastard is really planning something cynical!