Hello, Hello all~
Has it really been a month since the last update...? Haha, haha...ha.. Whoops! Anyways, here's the new chapter! Pleas enjoy and leave a comment if you like it~
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Naoya led Akira by the waist into one of the black veiled rooms towards the back of the bar.
The semi-private rooms weren't completely lavish- but they were pretty comfortable. A small 10 foot by 10 foot room furnished with two long velvet couches, plush throwpillows, a shaggy rug, coffee tables, mini fridge, and, Naoya's personal favorite, a buzzer to ring one of the bartenders to bring drinks, the rooms had a relaxed but refined air about them.
The rooms were originally designed to give VIPs a more secluded place to enjoy their drinks- providing a more relaxed atmosphere than in the regular bar area. While the rooms now were rarely used, the bartenders did occasionally grant their favorite customers access to them- as was the case for Mori with Naoya and Akira.
Naoya entered the room behind Akira and immediately made himself at home- removing his coat and draping it over one of the chairs before reclining gracefully onto one of the plush black couches- crossing his legs, beer still in hand. Akira on the other hand was more hesitant to sit, but reluctantly followed suit and removed his coat, sinking onto the same couch as his lover ushered to the cushion next to him.
"Why do you look so nervous?" Naoya purred silkily, throwing his free arm over the top of the couch and letting his hand fall onto Akira's shoulder.
The slivernette threw his lover a wary look. "As if you really need to ask why, Naoya-san."
"I have no idea what you mean." The older feigned innocently, shooting an amused look to his lover.
"I thought we came here to get some drinks and talk? Unless you were hoping for something else to happen?" Naoya raked his fingers up and down the back of his lover's neck in a soothing but suggestive way.
Akira shuddered at the slightly ticklish sensation before turning to shoot the offender a glare. "Of course not, but knowing you I don't know what to expect…"
"Oho, I could say the same to you…" The older male drawled back with a lazy smirk, moving his hand upwards from Akira's neck to stroke the silver hair at the base of his nape.
Akira shuddered again at the feeling of his hair being combed- large fingers gently pulling his hair away from his neck before releasing, then repeating again.
Akira grew silent and slowly closed his eyes, leaning backwards into the soft touch of Naoya's fingers. After a few more strokes, the silvernette released a small mewling noise at the pleasant sensation.
The older male smirked wickedly, trailing his fingers down and around Akira's neck to ghost across his chest. At the sudden change in location in which the fingers were traveling, the silvernette's eyes snapped back open and he promptly sat up again.
"Naoya-san……."
"What? I wasn't doing anything bad~…." The older male replied innocently, tilting back his beer to swallow the remains of the amber colored liquid in the glass.
Akira watched him with pursed lips, still holding his own cocktail glass.
"C'mon, why don't ya throw that back?" Naoya gestured to the blue liquid that still remained in his lover's glass. "We came here to drink, so let's drink!"
Akira sighed in defeat, knowing that he wasn't going to get a word in with his lover. Begrudgingly, the silvernette brought the glass to his lips and tipped the blue liquid into his mouth.
He had no idea why, but the drink tasted oddly familiar..
Akira swallowed and brought the glass to away from his lips, examining the remains of the blue liquid suspiciously.
I know I've tasted this drink somewhere before….it's so sweet, there's no mistaking it's flavor.
Akira furrowed his brow in deep thought, trying to pull the taste out of his memory. As much as he tried though, he could remember the taste of the drink clearly, but not the memory associated with it.
Why can't I remember it? This cocktail is such a weird color and flavor, it should be easy to remember the last time I had it….
Akira sighed again and brought the remains of the liquid to his lips, letting the taste envelop his mouth and tongue before swallowing again.
Mori-san said that this was a drink that he made, so I had to have had it here, right?
Naoya frowned at the odd look that plagued his younger lover's face. After a minute or two, he finally voiced his concern at the odd lack of conversation from his partner.
"Are you….really not enjoying yourself here with me?"
Akira snapped out of his internal debate and turned a slightly wide eyed look to his lover.
"No! That-that's not it…that's not it at all…..I honestly am really enjoying our date today.."
He shook his head vehemently before continuing.
"It's just this drink….I know I've tasted it before, but I can't remember when…." Akira trailed off, looking at the now-empty glass in a mixture of annoyance and puzzlement.
Naoya looked at the glass with his own puzzled look, before a wicked grin slowly spread across his lips.
"You really don't remember the last time you had it?" The older male teased with a wicked smirk.
Akira turned a surprised look on his lover. "You're saying that you do?"
Naoya wordlessly nodded his head, a teasing smirk still playing on his lips.
"Need a refresher?"
Akira frowned and cocked his head in confusion at his lover's odd choice of words. Before the silvernette had time to voice his confusion, Naoya swung them around and pushed Akira onto his back on the couch, looming over him. As Akira blinked at the sudden change in their positions, he suddenly realized that the older male was drawing closer him- caging him in with an arm on either side, pressing him back into the cushions of the sofa.
Akira leaned back as far as the couch would let him, but before he even had time to process, he felt a warm pair of lips suddenly descend upon his own.
A muffled gasp escaped the silvernette's mouth at the sensation of suddenly having his lips captured, not a moment's breadth to think.
Naoya pressed in closer as he ravished his lover's lips- sucking on Akira's lower lip before running his tongue over it, prompting his lover to open his mouth.
The silvernette opened his mouth slightly, and the dark haired male immediately slid his tongue in, brushing against the silvernette's own tongue insistently.
Akira immediately felt a jolt of heat at the sensation, starting in his abdomen and running down to settle into a deep throb in his hips.
As their tongue's continued to dance and intertwine with each other, Akira could taste the alcohol in their saliva mix together, creating a taste that was sweet from his cocktail, but also with a hint of bitterness from Naoya's beer. Soon Akira's senses felt overwhelmed, and he pushed on Naoya's chest to get him to ease up so that he could turn away his head and break free for air.
Akira panted, trying to regain his breath- his heartbeat hammering wildly against his chest. After a few moments, he finally turned back to face his lover again, red faced and lips throbbing from their kisses.
Naoya looked his lover straight in the eyes with a devilish smirk playing dangerously on his lips, as he slowly and seductively licked his top lip.
"Mmmmm, sweet." He leaned down and purred huskily into Akira's ear, causing the silvernette's face to erupt in flames, eyes widening in shock and mortification.
A deep chuckle resounded in Naoya's chest as he pulled back to take in the absolutely horrified look on Akira's face.
It wasn't just Naoya's suggestive action caused Akira's face to suddenly become a mess of shock and embarrassment.
No.
The reason, was that he finally remembered when it was that he last had that cobalt blue cocktail.
The day that caused him to swear that he would never go drinking at another bar with Naoya ever again.
New Year's Eve.
That sweet blue cocktail was the exact same one that Naoya gave to him that fateful night that had caused him to become such an unabashed seductive kissing mess.
The way that Naoya had just licked his lip and murmured those words into his ear.
That was exact same thing that Akira himself had done to Naoya on New Year's Eve, after they had their hot make-out session in the corner of the dance floor. After that, Naoya promptly lost control and scooped him up, taking them back to his apartment.
That naggingly familiar candy-sweet taste in his mouth just now, mingling with the bitterness of Naoya's own beer tainted saliva. That had been the exact same taste in his mouth as that night on New Year's Eve.
The memory of that strange cocktail had been escaping him partially because he had vowed to try and forget all of the mortifying things that he had done and said on that night, but also because he had been so hungover the next morning from all of the alcohol that he had consumed, that he could only remember fragmented pieces of what had actually happened that night.
Despite having consumed far more alcohol than himself though, it seemed like Naoya had unfortunately retained all of his memories of that night- making the embarrassment and mortification that Akira felt all the more prevalent.
"Haha! I guess you finally remembered, huh?" Naoya teased with a leering grin, obviously completely enjoying himself in their current situation.
Akira would have liked nothing better than to go die in a very deep hole, but restrained as he was between the couch and Naoya's chest, he had to settle for merely covering his face with his hands and praying that by some miracle, death would take pity on him instead.
"Aww, c'mon! Don't hide your face from me, there's nothing to be embarrassed about~" Naoya laughed as he tried get Akira to remove his hands from his face.
After several unsuccessful attempts, Naoya decided to switch gears- moving to lightly run his fingertips up and down his lover's sides, smirking when he saw a flinch and heard a sharp intake of breath. The older male pushed his fingers in more, grinning when his lover finally started flinching and laughing at the sensation tickling his sides.
Akira removed his hands from his face- now using them to try and restrain those of his lover's that were tickling him.
"Ack…..p-please…N-n-Naoya-sannn!…Ahhh, no…no more!" Akira pleaded between gasps and uncontrollable laughs, desperately pushing at the older male's hands to try and get him to concede.
Finally, the offending hands ceased their movement and changed tactics to instead pull the victim to the corresponding culprit. Naoya sat up- pulling Akira up with him, and readjusted their positions until he was sitting in the couch normally again, with Akira straddling his lap.
Akira huffed and made to remove himself from older male's lap, but was stopped by firm arm around his waist, locking him in.
"What are you so embarrassed about that you're trying to escape from me for?"
Akira's breath caught in his throat, and he looked anywhere but at the dark haired male in front of him.
"Akira." Naoya murmured huskily, trying to get the silvernette to face him.
"If it's about what happened on New Year's Eve, there's no reason to feel embarrassed."
Akira stiffened slightly in his lap, so Naoya knew that he hit the nail on the head.
"Ya know why you shouldn't be embarrassed?" Naoya continued, murmuring in a soft tone as he rubbed circles on the small of Akira's back with his thumbs.
"Because the one person that you can always show your true self to…The one person that you should never feel ashamed to be anybody but yourself in front of….The one person who wants to be the only one that you trust….The one person who wants to know all of your desires, wants, and needs….."
He paused, waiting until Akira peeked out at him from underneath his bangs to continue.
"The person who loves you……is right in front of you."
Akira's breath caught in his throat again at the unexpected confession, and he flushed scarlet again- though this time from pleasure, not embarrassment.
Without waiting for a response, Naoya snaked a hand around Akira's neck and tugged gently- prompting the silvernette to lean forward and place his lips on the older male's.
Naoya kissed his lover slower this time, languidly sucking and placing pecks on the silvernette's pillowy soft lips- eliciting soft moans from him from the sensations. Akira wrapped his arms around his lover's neck as Naoya deepened the kiss, nipping lightly at the silvernette's bottom lip to get him to open his mouth.
Naoya slipped his tongue past his younger lover's lips and made a lazy sweep of his mouth- seeking out that saliva tainted with the fruity sweet taste of the cocktail.
That sweet fruity flavor combined with his lover's own unique and delectable taste, was like an addicting drug that he could never get enough of.
All too soon Akira was out of breath again, so Naoya reluctantly retreated- moving down instead to place hot open-mouthed kisses down his lover's neck while the latter caught his breath again. Naoya reached the spot on his lover's delectable neck where he had placed the hickey merely the other day. The mark was slightly red- it didn't contrast the skin too much to the point where it stood out, but if one were to get close enough, the mark would be apparent.
Unsatisfied leaving the love bite how it was, Naoya decided to expand upon it a bit.
He started by placing a few soft pecks around and onto the love mark before nipping at it with his teeth- drawing the flesh into his mouth and sucking on it. He alternated between biting and sucking, laving at the mark gently with his tongue when Akira groaned in a mix of pain and pleasure after he bit it.
Naoya pulled back after a minute to review his handiwork, nodding and smiling in self satisfaction at the rapidly darkening mark- already a deep raspberry color flecked with purple, contrasting beautifully against the strip of his lover's milky white skin.
He placed one final loving kiss against the mark, before turning his attention back to his lover's face.
Akira's face was still flushed with a lovely shade of pink- his eyes half-closed in pleasure at the sensations from his neck. Upon realizing that the warm wetness that was Naoya's mouth had disappeared from his neck, the silvernette re-opened his eyes.
"Wanna get some appetizers and another drink?" Naoya slid his hands underneath Akira's shirt, drawing random shapes on the silvernette's back with his fingertips fondly.
Akira made a soft contended noise at the soothing feeling, and slowly nodded his head. "Yeah, that sounds fine."
Naoya removed one of his hands from underneath his lover's shirt, and leaned over to hit the small button on the coffee table to call one of the bartenders.
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"Allllrighty sir, this is this place!"
Shinji pulled the taxi to the curb and placed it in park before jumping out and opening up the rear door of the taxi. Yukihiro stepped out of the cab, popping open his umbrella to shield himself from the rain before pulling his briefcase out of the backseat of the car.
The well dressed man glanced up at the neon sign on facade of the building.
"Seven, hm?"
Shinji nodded enthusiastically with a wide grin.
"Yup! 's one of my favorite bars in the area! Real classy place. Not too fancy, but still nicer than your average dive." The blonde explained convincingly, nodding his head seriously.
"I see…." Fumihiko nodded his head and reached into his wool trench coat, removing a sizable black leather wallet from it. Shinji watched the man pluck a bill from one of the folds, extending it towards him.
"Will this suffice for the taxi fare?"
Shinji hesitantly grabbed the proffered bill, eyes going wide as he stared at the amount.
"Dude, this is way too much! It was like ten miles- 3,000 yen would be plenty! This is 10,000!" The blonde tried to hand back part of the money but Yukihiro waved his hand dismissively.
"It's fine, consider it as a tip for recommending a good place to have a drink."
Shinji swallowed uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like a kid that was moments away from getting caught lying.
"No, but really! I can't-"
"I already said that it's fine. Besides, I only carry a few 10,000 notes with me anyways. I usually use a card for everything else." Yukihiro briefly flashed the ebony black colored card before returning it to his wallet, and stuffing that back into his coat.
Shinji's guilt complex really started to kick in, so he quickly tried to stop the man before he went into the bar.
"Ya know what? I think I was kinda wrong. There's this other bar a few miles over that I think you would like better! Ya know? It's pretty posh- "
"This place looks fine to me. Besides, I don't really feel like going anywhere upscale right now. I just need to drown my sorrows enough in alcohol that I can't think about them anymore."
With that Yukihiro gave a curt nod, ending the discussion.
"Thank you again for your help…Shinji-kun."
Shinji watched guiltily and in a bit of horror as the well dressed businessman spun on his heel and began striding towards the entrance of the not-so-publicly-known-gay-bar Seven.
"Aww, shiiitt. I fucked up, I fucked up!" The taxi driver hissed out loud, pulling on his bleached spikes as the businessman closed his umbrella and stepped inside the door of the bar.
The weather seemed to be mirroring his mood- Shinji swore he heard a menacing boom of thunder in the distance, so he threw open his car door and hopped inside the taxi so that he could think of what to do.
The rain plunked off the top of the taxi in small metallic sounds tinks, making it hard for the blonde to think of the best idea to try next.
"Aww man…If Mori-san finds out that I let a homophobe into his bar, he'll flip shit for sure! Probably ban me from even going inside too!" He moaned in self-pity, wondering just exactly where in the world he got the idea to drop a homophobe off at a gay bar from, and wondering why in the hell he actually thought that it was a good idea in the first place?!
"Ughghhhhgh" Shinji rubbed his face in distress and knocked his head forward into the steering wheel.
"What to do, what to do…." Shinji bit his thumb in thought, waiting for some sort of epiphany to hit him sideways in the head.
"Ah!" He suddenly started, whipping out his phone and furiously scrolling through his contacts. "Well- this either gonna make things better, or a whole hell of a lot worse…"
His thumb hovered over the name in hesitation for a moment before he click 'call'.
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Yukihiro stepped into the entrance of the bar Seven, looking around and taking in the atmosphere as he walked towards the bar counter.
The place seemed fine. Kind of like what the taxi driver had said- not too fancy, but better than…..what did he call it? A dive? Whatever that was. Yukihiro assumed that he meant some sort of a low class gang hangout type of place.
Though it was almost 7:30, the place still didn't seem that busy- a few gentleman here and there chatting over drinks, as well as a few sitting at the bar chatting up the bartenders.
Hmm. Must be regulars….
Yukihiro pulled out a bar stool at the end of the counter, removing his coat and draping it across the back of the chair before setting his briefcase and umbrella to rest against the bar counter. He sat on the chair and drummed his fingers on the counter, waiting to be served.
"I'll be over in just a minute sir~" A good-natured voice sounded from across the bar. Yukihiro glanced up to see the person that the voice belonged to, a man with a long blonde ponytail, grabbing a few empty glasses from tables around the bar and placing them on the black tray that he was holding.
He passed the tray of dirty glasses to another person- Yukihiro guessed another employee, though he couldn't see because of said person's short stature. The tray disappeared behind a set of doors that he assumed most likely led to the kitchen to wash dishes.
The bartender with the ponytail reappeared behind the bar, and waltzed over to him.
"Hello!~ How are you today, sir?" The bartender asked with a kind smile. His voice carried a bit of a feminine tone, but it didn't make him seem effeminate- just…more gentle maybe? The long blonde hair should have made him seem more feminine as well, but again- it somehow suited him…
The businessman shook his head at his own internal analysis. After being a businessman for so long, it started to become a habit for him to analyze someone and note facts about them as soon as he met them. Even if he didn't try to, his brain was now wired that way, and he couldn't help but analyze a person based on their looks and voice when he first made contact.
"Yes. I'm doing well, thank you. And yourself?" He replied monotonously, wanting to at least keep an outward appearance of being a well-respected businessman, despite the true reason of him even being at the bar being to get drunk out of his mind.
The blonde bartender didn't seem phased by the lack of interest in his voice- or at least if he did he didn't show it. He returned another warm smile.
"I'm doing great today! Thanks for asking~" The bartender put a finger on his lips as he appraised the well dressed man in front of him. "But I know I've never seen you here before! I know all of the customers that come to this place!"
"Yes, you're right. This is my first time here. I'm not a local, but someone recommended this place, so I came." He replied in the same monotonous voice.
The bartender's mouth made an 'o' and he clapped his hands together.
"Oh, so that's how you found out about our bar! Generally people don't come here unless they're recommended to by others~"
Yukihiro's lips pursed into a frown.
"Well that doesn't sound like a very good way to run your business. How is it even still here then? If people only come to your bar by recommendations, then that means that you need to do more advertising to attract people to come in! Otherwise you're just going to end up running this place to the ground…." The businessman internally cursed as his voice died out. He had slipped into business mode without even realizing it.
He shook his head and rubbed at his temple, feeling the start of another migraine coming on.
"No, never mind. It's none of my business- sorry for raising my voice." He dipped his head curtly at the bartender, who watched amusedly as the man carried on a one sided conversation by himself.
"Ah, no, no. No need to apologize…" The blonde replied, shaking his head. "But..well, for the whole thing with our customers…not to brag, but this place is kind've special to a lot of people. That's why only people that our regulars recommend to come here actually come in to this bar…" He trailed off with a shrug.
"It may be small, but sometimes I think it's better to keep something small. If it gets too big then it might become too much to handle, right?" He finished with a smile.
"Oh! Where are my manners? I haven't even properly introduced myself!" He dipped his head into a bow. "My name is Matsumoto Tomomori, but everyone here just calls me 'Mori'! I helped open this bar, and I'm now the master of it after my mentor retired a short while ago."
He straightened up and flashed another smile. "So what may I have the pleasure of serving you today?"
The businessman nodded his head politely. "Whatever kind of Sake that you'd recommend."
"Alrighty! I'll get that for you in just a minute~" Mori stalked off further down the counter to dig through a few bottles. Yukihiro watched him with a slight frown on his face. It didn't seem right for a guy to be able to act so carefree and happy like that without seeming weird…
Mori returned with a bottle of Sake a small porcelain cup that he poured the Sake into.
"This is one of the finest Sake's in all of Japan- my mentor personally recommends it to anyone who can truly appreciate good alcohol!" The bartender presented happily.
Yukihiro took a sip of the rice wine, reasoning his brows in surprise. "Mmm, it is very good."
Mori nodded happily in reply- obviously pleased with the response.
"Mori-san~" Another bartender called in a sing-song voice as he walked over to Mori behind the bar.
Mori glanced up upon his arrival. "Yes Tatsui-kun?"
"The call light for one of the rooms has been flashing, but you haven't done anything yet, so I figured that you hadn't noticed!" Tatsui replied with a teasing grin, pointing down at a small light behind the counter that was blinking a light.
"Ohh. So it is.~" Mori replied matter of fact.
"That's what I just said…." Tatsui deadpanned. Mori rolled his eyes with a smile.
"I know, I was agreeing with you.."
"I would've taken care of it myself, but I wasn't sure which room it was…" Tatsui stated with a confident nod. Mori rolled his eyes with another smile.
"Uh huh, surrree you would have….." Before the boy could reply again, Mori continued.
"It's Naoya-kun and Aki-chan, they're the only ones back there right now."
Yukihiro continued to drink his Sake, knowing that he had no business minding what the two bartenders were talking about, by finding it hard to try and purposefully avoid listening to them talk when they were in fact conversing directly in front of him.
The younger bartender's face twisted into something like a grimace.
"Oh. Those two."
"Please don't talk about my friends with such distaste, Tatsui-kun…" Mori replied back seriously- the first time that Yukihiro had seen the bartender drop his cheery tone and smile.
"Sorry, sorry. It's just Shimikawa-san. He glares at anyone if they get within five feet of his lover.."
Mori chuckled. "Well I won't say that you're exactly wrong on that one…."
Mori shook his head with a smirk, remembering clearly how scared Tatsui had been the first time he served Naoya Akira.
"Anyways- I'm gonna go see what they need, so please take care of the bar and this customer while I'm gone, alright?" Mori gestured to Yukihiro, who still sat contentedly drinking his Sake.
Tatsui nodded his head in understanding. "Hurry back!"
Mori smirked and headed back towards the private rooms. "I'll be back~"
