Chapter 2.

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24 Hours Later

The minute Yao Wang sees the flashing letters "Unknown" appear on his cell screen, his guts clench and a cold sweat breaks out along his brow.

The man's voice on the other line is calm and unwavering as he coolly lays out what Yao is to know. The man has kidnapped his younger brother. Yao is not to alert the authorities, and in eighteen hours he is to meet the kidnapper, alone, at a certain address that Yao is told to memorize.

No mention of goods or valuables for which to ransom Xiang Gang. No routing number to wire money to.

The thought of immediately spilling everything to Ivan crosses his mind as soon as Yao hangs up, but he ultimately decides against it. Ivan really doesn't deserve to be dragged into this. Also, he might prove a hindrance.

The cell vibrates violently. It's Yong-Soo. Yao immediately directs the call to voicemail.

After putting on his shoes his cell rattles again. This time, he picks up. "I can't talk right now, Wan."

"Don't you dare hang up on—"

He shuts the cell as he walks to the station, and within three minutes is on the next train out to the Hong Kong International Airport.


Xiang Gang's panting is getting quicker. It had taken Arthur a few hip convulsions to get himself all the way in, the boy was that tight; but when he did, a few steamy kisses later, the child was like putty in his hands.

The boy had a shocked, disbelieving look on his face the whole time; it wouldn't have been as exciting for Arthur if his captive had been more experienced. After tying his arms, Arthur had simply held him down while Xiang Gang thrashed and spit in his face like a wild baby animal.

"Y-you said you wouldn't touch me if Yao-gege would come get me!"

An evil smirk was evident on Arthur's face as he pulled down the boy's shorts and wedged himself in between two smooth thighs.

"I lied. Sue me."

To amuse himself, instead of teasing the boy further, Arthur had thrust only partially into him as he was wrestling with the child. The boy was so tight—and the twisting and thrashing little body not only turned Arthur on, it seemed to be driving the boy himself crazy.

"Nnnngh! No! You can't! Please!"

The pace is broken as soon as Arthur plunges himself in all the way. He thrusts, pulls out slightly, and then reinserts all the way in again. After a little of this treatment, Xiang Gang's tears flow faster as his body starts responding involuntarily.

"Listen to you… you sound like a little squeaking rabbit." Arthur smiles at the little, objectionable coos coming from the boy's mouth, knowing that each plunge is bringing the boy closer. He switches positions, pulling the boy directly on top of him and feeling the small body clench as he climbs faster.

Xiang Gang closes his eyes. His body surges up and into Arthur. Then, with a small little-boy cry that almost sets Arthur off right then and there, Xiang Gang comes. With a groan, Arthur finishes a moment later inside him.

The door opens then and Arthur tenses, but relaxes a moment later.

"Hey, Kiku, you want a go?"

Kiku is glaring at his cell phone. "I wonder what's taking him so long." He looks at Xiang Gang. "What did you do?"

Arthur blinks. "What do you think?"

"…Get him cleaned up."

Kiku slams the door and walks onto the balcony, lighting a thin cigarette. The sun bleeds into the horizon, making the lenses of his sunglasses appear orange.

He'll get what he wants, soon enough. With Arthur at his side, they've been able to lure their "prey" out on a nonstop flight to London. And maybe without Arthur, the prey will enjoy a permanent stay with his new master.


Yao arrives precisely on time.

His heart hasn't stopped pounding loudly. It is unbearable—the combined sensations of his heart beating harshly with the sudden change in the air pressure inside the cabin. Even so, his own discomfort is obviously the furthest thing on his mind. He is focused on only one objective: getting his baby brother back.

Safely.

He passes immigration without incident. Ignoring the swirling crowds, Yao, who'd travelled light—carrying nothing but the clothes on his back and his Shinatty-chan wallet- heads straight to the waiting line for taxis.

20 minutes left to get to the promised meeting… and there are ten people in the queue in front of him!

Finally, Yao impatiently enters a vacant taxi.

"Where do you want to go, beautiful?"

Yao doesn't even feel angry at the driver who is hitting on him. Usually he would be out of the taxi in a second. But this time, his precious time is limited.

"Arriva Hotel, 55 Swinton street, Kings Cross please. Hurry up, aru."

"Right o' madam."

China forgets to scowl.


Yao looks around. The lobby seems normal enough, although not especially luxurious as it is only a two-star hotel.

He tries to spot anything familiar. Something Asian. Something that might remind him of the Japanese man he'd used to work with a long time ago. The man he was certain owned the cool, collected voice he'd heard on the phone.

After ten minutes of looking around and attracting unwanted attention from people around him, Yao grimaces and his worst fear bubbles onto the surface. What did the kidnapper want? Was he too late? Was he even in the right place, oh God, was it even true?

He had been trying and trying to call Hong Kong's cell, to no avail. And Ivan was still in the dark about the whole ordeal. Ivan was probably still nicely seated inside his office, blissfully unaware of where his fiancée was. Though maybe his siblings had told him? But whatever everyone else's status, Yao didn't have time to care.

Oh Tian, please help him… where was his brother?

"…Yao, Wang?" An unfamiliar voice greets him from behind. Yao turns to see a man, a bit taller than him; blonde, green-eyed, smiling.

"...yes, aru! Are you..? Where is-"

"Follow me quietly, won't you?"

Yao nods and follows the man. The man's mannerisms are very casual; in fact, he looks like he could have just been strolling into the hotel to borrow the toilet. His clothes are moderately decent, but Yao can smell wafts of expensive cologne.

Yao then makes an obscure but important observation: if the kidnapper is that well off that he could bring his kidnapped brother to London from Hong Kong in such a limited amount of time, then the reason for the kidnapping was probably not as simple and straightforward as for monetary reasons. They were aiming for something else.

But what?

His mind wanders helplessly as he follows the man out of the building.


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