(A/N: This chapter was challenging to write as this was full of intense emotions and hatred from both parties. I hope that I didn't made them OOC especially Izana as I found him to be one of the most complex and compelling characters in TR and he was really intriguing to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter as I much as I do despite the challenges that I faced when I write it along the way).

Chapter 3

By: Aztec999

Glittering chandeliers and the swarm of lively crowd who're dressed in nines greeted Takemichi's line of sight upon entering the inside the ballroom of the hotel. Takemichi tried not to grip too hard on Izana's arms as they walked casually together inside. He swallowed back the nerves and anxiety that threatened to engulf his being. No matter how many time leaps he had done in the past and future, he still can't fight back the feeling of self-consciousness whenever he was in a lavish and luxurious place like this.

It seemed that this was Izana's territory as he seemed casual, comfortable and blended easily with the crowd. Takemichi can't help the awe that he felt towards him despite the loathing that festered within him. Regardless if Izana was a bastard and an asshole to those people he deemed as useless and lower than him he would begrudgingly admit that he knew well on how to adjust and made himself known towards the string of society that made up of important people and connections in the long run.

Izana was really living up to his name of wanting to be a king in most facets of his life.

They were then greeted by some people who Takemichi presumed were businessmen and Izana's business partners as well. He knew nothing from them and what they're talking about so Takemichi just kept quiet and just threw a polite smile and nod at their direction when they acknowledge his presence. He didn't want to open his mouth and humiliate himself further by his lack of knowledge on the basic topics of their businesses which made his mind swirl in confusion and boredom at the same time.

It seemed like he was just there as a trophy malewife. Literally. It made his blood boil on how Izana would parade him like an ornament or as a display on his furniture just for people to appraise him. But he couldn't really do anything about it as if he displayed a certain temper, he would cause a scene and didn't want the whole thing to backfire on him.

"Oh, Izana why won't you come with me in the showroom about the latest collection of diamonds from Cartier? Maybe one of them will catch your interest and invest in one of them?" Takemichi heard one of the businessmen invited him while holding a red glass of wine in his hand.

"Of course. I'll be leaving Takemichi here for awhile so that he can explore and probably eat something from banquet." Izana turned towards him with a smile.

But Takemichi knew that look.

He didn't want him to come with him on whatever business that he had with these people. He inwardly scoffed. As if he didn't know the illegal businesses that he was involved with anyway. But he was also thankful that Izana didn't make him accompany him since he'll get bored probably from the technical transactions and conversations that they will had.

Takemichi forced a smile on his lips. "Thank you Izana-kun. I'll be over there, getting some fruit punch in the meantime while I wait for you." He gave him the mandatory kiss on his cheek despite the acrid feeling of wanting to punch his face instead.

"My, you're really lucky to score a lovely and sweet partner Izana. Almost everybody here wishes to have someone like him." One of his business partners piped up, leering at Takemichi as he drank from his glass.

Despite the fake smile that was plastered on his face, it made Takemichi disgusted and wanted to clock him on the jaw that instant. But before he could probably do a reckless and stupid thing in the heat of the moment, Izana had stared directly into the man's eyes that made him paused and blinked a few times.

His eyes were glacial and devoid of any emotions as he smiled coldly at him. "Of course, I'm very, very luck man indeed. But I pity those people who will look at my lovely partner twice since I don't like sharing him with the others." He let out a silky yet cruel laughter.

It made the others uncomfortable while Takemichi wondered what the hell was happening.

A cough from the other side sliced the tension away. "Uh, right. So, shall we head over there now? The showroom is already open."

They all nodded in assent and silent nervousness while Izana walked past them with his head held high while the others followed him like his slaves from behind.

Izana's presence was just too powerful that it made the other people around him pale in comparison.

Takemichi let out an audible sigh as he headed towards the banquet of food. Maybe he needed more than a fruit punch to survive this night…

The bartender was walking along the crowd carrying a tray of glasses with different liquors in them. He sauntered towards the bartender and smiled up at him.

"Can I have some?" He asked, trying to keep his nervousness and hesitation away.

"Sure sir. What would you like?" The bartender asked politely.

"Uhm, how about this one?" Takemichi pointed at the golden liquid swirling under the ice cubes of the glass at the right side of the tray.

"The whiskey sir? Here." The bartender took the glass and gave it to him before leaving him to serve the other guests.

"Thank you!" Takemichi then tried to sip the alcoholic drink slowly. He struggled not to cough loudly at the sudden sharp tang of taste that permeated his senses. 'Fuck this is too strong.' He thought in grimaced, but he swallowed back the liquid in one go.

Afterward, he could feel the sudden hot and strange sensation spreading through his throat then creeping into his nerves fleetingly. The ecstasy and pleasure bombarding throughout his body like a shot of fireworks.

Were this the reason people got drunk despite the alcohols having shitty tastes?

"Damn. This taste good after all…" Takemichi mumbled to himself before drinking the whiskey from his glass once again. He was slowly getting addicted the pleasurable yet numbing sensation of the whiskey in his body after a while. His frayed nerves, unease and anxiety was slowly diminishing under the influence of alcohol.

Maybe he can tolerate this event filled with goddamn pretentious people who were holier than thou if he kept on drinking.

Takemichi was about to find the bartender again when someone spoke to him. "It's still early in the night and you're drinking already? Having a rough night?"

It was a smiling young man with brown hair and was dressed in a three-piece black suit with a red tie. It made Takemichi nervous once again. Was this man talking to him? He turned around from left to right to see if there was a person behind him to find only to find none.

"Are you uh, talking to me…?" Takemichi blurted out intelligently.

It made the young man laughed slightly at his words. "Well, there were no other people here beside us other than you. So, yes I'm talking to you."

"Oh, sorry about that." Takemichi smiled sheepishly as he rubbed his nape awkwardly.

"No, that's fine. I get it. This place is a bit stuffy, and you want to loosen up I guess."

"Ah, yeah. This whole thing…is just not my crowd but I gotta you know endure it." Takemichi found himself admitting this easily to a mere stranger. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol making his tongue loose or this man had an easygoing and understanding aura around him that made him feel relaxed for some reason.

The young man laughed again this time more softly. "I totally get that."

A soft ballad of a tune rang out at the ballroom hall afterward signaling that a dance was about to start.

"Hey, do you dance? I mean can I take you to dance? If you want too of course." The man offered his hand smilingly.

Takemichi hesitated. He's not terrible at dancing perse but the last time that he danced was during a class Christmas party with Hina hence he wasn't confident in his dancing skills now. Also, he wasn't used to strangers offering their hands for just a mere dance and it made him wary somewhat.

Should he decline?

But a part of him felt guilty of rejecting his offer and didn't want to humiliate the guy in front of him. Also, why should he wait like an obedient malewife for Izana at the corner when he can also enjoy the party himself temporarily before he would be locked away once again at the dull rest house far away from the civilization?

Before he could overthink, Takemichi found himself accepting his offer and placing his hand gently at the other male's offer smilingly. "Uh, that's fine. But please don't blame me if I step on your foot or whatever." He replied jokingly.

"No, that's fine. I'm pretty sure that we can follow each footstep as well." He led him to the dancefloor along with the other pairs who're dancing now.

Takemichi realized that the young man's movement were graceful and considerate, adjusting to his pace easily so that he won't be overwhelm and step on his foot accidentally. And for the first time in that night, Takemichi temporarily forget the painful reality that he was in and the anguish that he was feeling ever since Izana brought him here and left him after his usefulness at the party was done.

"See? I was right. You're not that of a bad dancer after all." The man complimented him smilingly.

"Yeah. It's a good thing that I wasn't getting rusty and—."

Takemichi stopped midsentence and his eyes widened for a brief fraction of second when Izana appeared out of nowhere and was beside the young man, patting his shoulder to get his attention.

"I think it's time to switch partners. Would you mind if we can do that?" Izana asked calmly but his expression told them that he wouldn't accept no for an answer.

Sensing the growing tenseness between the three of them, the young man stepped away obligingly and offered a polite smile to Izana. "Of course." He bowed to them and left.

Another set of ballroom music rang once again when Izana held Takemichi's hand and encircled his other hand on his waist, pulling him closer. Takemichi inadvertently put both of his hands on his shoulders as they started to sway around the music.

With their proximity, Takemichi had no choice but to look directly on his eyes which seemed to swallow him whole. Izana's mouth set into a straight line and he wasn't even sure on how he should handle him when he's unreadable like this.

"I was just gone for a short while and you're now enjoying yourself into someone's company already." He stated in a glacial voice.

Takemichi narrowed his eyes at his implication. "If I remember correctly Izana-kun it's disrespectful to reject someone in the party who offered their hands for a simple dance." He gritted his teeth.

Izana twirled him around effortlessly before he catches him again on his arms. "Disrespectful? If I didn't know any better, you have a pathetic besotted look in your eyes as you stared at that man who had a forgettable face in this place." He shot back.

"I can't fucking believe I'm hearing this from you Izana-kun. Can I have at least a day off from you on ruining my day and life?" Takemichi retorted hotly, trying not to scream at him out of frustration.

Something shifted within Izana's expression but only for a fleeting moment that Takemichi couldn't read what it was.

The music finally ended and so was Takemichi's peaceful night as Izana dragged him out of the party like a troubled kid waiting for his punishment.

Takemichi's body shook slightly from the restrained anger and disbelief. He knew that Izana can be unreasonable sometimes, but this was beyond irrational!

He wanted to goddamn march up to him and punched his face, but he kept deathly quiet, removing the bow from his dress shirt and throwing it on the bed. He could feel Izana followed behind him with that familiar, unnerving gaze of his. The door was closed with only the creaking sound reverberated inside the room.

"You're angry." Izana simply stated, devoid of anything malevolent like he usually did.

At his words and tone, Takemichi exploded and faced him with unbridled anger and irritation.

"What the hell is wrong with you Izana?!" He roared at him, ignoring the warning bells inside his head. When his rampant emotions got the better of him it made him more reckless and careless with his words and actions. A signature trait of him that was both a strength and a glaring weakness at the same time.

"You think just because I agreed something with you, you can just do that to me? I already fucking endured to be your displayed malewife in front of everybody. But now this? I was just talking and dancing with someone and you pulled me away like I'm a dog on a leash. Can't you just give me a bit of a dignity even if it's a fake one in front of everybody earlier?!" He yelled at him, breathing harshly as his fiery blue eyes clashed with Izana's intense amethyst orbs that turned a shade darker and lethal because of his words.

"Oh?" He tilted his head to the side and watched his face with a cold smile on his face. "So, you preferred whoring yourself to some random guy that showed an ounce of interest to you and pathetically clung to them like the slut you are. Is that what you want? To humiliate your dear, dear partner or should I say husband in the eyes of the people there who're witnessing the scene?" Every word was a harsh stab to his gut and pride.

"What the fuck are you saying Izana?" Takemichi replied incredulously. "The guy there was just initiating a simple small talk and dance with me and I can't just ignore him for fuck's sake!" Incredulity, bewilderment and anger were now swirling in his wide, blue expressive eyes.

Izana strode towards him in an instant, stopping in front of him as his hand snaked around his nape and brought him closer to his face. "Why don't you admit it Takemichi-kun? You just like parading yourself shamelessly to other people given a chance." He replied venomously.

Something snapped within Takemichi upon hearing his words and a flare of hatred burned right within him. "Damn you to hell Izana!" His fist was about flew right into his face but Izana was quicker and stopped his fist with his other free hand from colliding into his face.

"You're getting out of hand Takemichi-kun. I guess I'm getting lenient on you. Let me teach you a lesson and remind you on who you are right now and what you are to me." Izana replied darkly before he wordlessly pressed himself closer to his form and claimed his lips in a vitriolic kiss that meant to pour his cold anger and hatred for him.

"Mmmppphhh…!" Takemichi's eyes widened for a fraction of second as he felt his hot lips crashing against him in a ferocious kiss and tried to push him away but Izana's hands encircled around his waist and caged him against his arms and body, not letting him get away.

Takemichi tried on not to return his violent kisses until he could feel his lips getting numb. The onslaught of emotions and overwhelming sensations bombarded his mind and body, unable to fight him any longer.

Minutes passed by and he could already feel Izana's insistence growing weaker, and his grip loosened only for it to travel inside his shirt and caressed his sides which made his traitorous body shiver in delight. No matter how much his mind screamed for his body not to react instinctively, it seemed like it was having a will of its own and reacting automatically to Izana's fleeting yet teasing touches.

He could feel Izana's fingertips travelled idly along his backside, caressing and massaging the sensitive expanse of his skin there that made him trembled sweetly on his arms and took ahold of the lapels of his shirt. He belatedly realized that he was already reciprocating Izana's gentle kisses with his own insistent ones, igniting the fire from within as his mouth molded sensually against his.

He could feel his tongue probing on the insides of his mouth and seeking an entrance which he gladly provided a permission to and opened his mouth wider, letting his tongue plunder on the sweet crevices and deepest interiors of his mouth which made him moan against their shared kisses.

Takemichi felt himself being lifted from the ground. In his haziness, he slowly realized that Izana had already carried him towards the bed and gently placed him on the mattress. But he didn't care about it right now. His mind and body had already succumbed to his instincts and what his heart wants.

And that was to feel Izana against him and burn with him in this scorching heat of pent-up tension that they were in.

Izana briefly tore his lips away from their kiss and took off his clothes. Takemichi watched him, completely mesmerized and his pupils dilated upon seeing his toned tan chest and robust arms.

He swallowed thickly as his eyes roamed around his body and movements.

Izana tossed his clothes carelessly on the ground, his eyes held a certain glint as he locked eyes with Takemichi.

Takemichi's mouth watered as the lean frame and well sculpted tan body was right in front of him. His shapely legs and thighs were akin to that of a Greek God and when his eyes landed on what's between his legs, he could feel the spike of arousal within him and heart almost leaping out of his chest. He's well-endowed and gifted in that area and he could see on how his throbbing member was already leaking with precum and how it was heavily aroused.

Fuck. Can he even take it in one go?

Takemichi didn't even had the time to ponder about it for any longer as Izana started to crawl on the mattress going to his direction, a predatory smile was plastered on his face.

He couldn't even get a word out as Izana pressed closer to his frame and removed the remaining gap between the two of them and dived right back into his awaiting lips, claiming it in a hot and fervent kiss. Takemichi groaned out inside his mouth and automatically reciprocated it passionately. Their tongues clashed with each other, fighting for dominance. Takemichi didn't give up easily as he fought back earnestly, his tongue licking at the sensitive seams of the other's mouth which earned a sinful moan from Izana. It made his blood sing and his body trembled in delight, making him grind instinctively against him.

It made Izana eager to own and dominate him more because of his feistiness and boldness, he grinds back teasingly in return, his hand brushing over his thighs then thumbing over the tip of his eager cock which made Takemichi trembled sweetly against him and gasp because of the delicious sensation that spread through his veins.

This made him took advantage of it and snaked his own tongue inside the sweet crevices and delicious interior of Takemichi's mouth. He could feel that the other was growing weak against his ministrations but still tried to put up a fight and not letting him take the full rein on his body. He inwardly smiled wickedly. He always like it when Takemichi put up a fight even though in the end he would lose to him.

His hand that was simply ghosting along the tip of his cock grew bolder and fully enveloped it now against his warm palm, stroking it lazily.

"F-fuck…!" Takemichi mumbled hotly against his lips as he felt the sinful touch of his hand against his straining cock. He abruptly pulled away to let out a series of lecherous moans, his body quaking against him.

Izana licked his lips at the delicious sight of Takemichi drooling and whimpering like a helpless prey under him, every nerve of his body vibrating with want and need to claim Takemichi all of him for himself.

"Can't take the pressure Takemichi-kun? Are you going to beg now like a demure rabbit in front of me?" He crooned as he continuously stroked him, his paced increasing in tempo and speed.

"D-damn you to h-hell Izana…!" He groaned out weakly, his face was flushed adorably, and his eyes were clouded with haze and lust turning them into a darker shade of blue that enraptured Izana briefly, thinking of how he can drown himself into his beautiful orbs that resembled the abyss of the ocean.

"Still stubborn as a mule." Izana feigned an exasperated sigh even though a delicious thrill shot up his spine on knowing that Takemichi struggled to resist him and not submit to his advances completely, he could almost respect that part of him. Almost.

Nevertheless, Takemichi's words and actions spurred him on. A challenging glint was on his eyes as he changed his tactics and instead, he withdrew his hands from his slick and aching cock and made its way sensually into his backside going through him plump buttocks and kneaded them lecherously that made Takemichi shake like a leaf beneath him and letting out a groan of delight.

"Let's see if you can still be unyielding if I do this." Izana smiled wickedly at him when his finger finally found the warm entrance of his hole and explored his insides with a sensual rhythm that made Takemichi see stars and mewled like a kitten in heat instantaneously. His finger prodded and moved invigoratingly inside the hot, velvety walls that pulsated with need to be caressed and filled up to the brim and it made him add another finger inside of him.

Takemichi let out a string of colorful words and profanities at the sudden and overwhelming sensation that Izana's fingers making him feel. Sinful moans and groans of pleasure escaped from his lips which was glistening with his drool. He arched against him with his back in synchronicity to a perfect bow when his fingers had found his prostate and continuously hit it rapidly.

"Found it." Izana chuckled throatily as he abused his prostate repeatedly, watching Takemichi writhed wantonly beneath him. It was making him lose his control slowly but he kept a tight leash on his aching need as he wanted Takemichi to be reduce into a needy mess and begged for him mindlessly.

"Fuck Izana…!" Takemichi wailed in pleasure and moaned in ecstasy as he thrashed wantonly against him.

"Hmm? But I'm not fucking you yet properly. I mean if you can beg nicely then maybe I'll consider it." Izana leaned closer and whispered teasingly to him, licking at the shell of his ear idly.

"S-stop d-doing this to m-me…!" He groaned out.

"Oh? You want me to stop? Are you sure about that?" Izana came to a screeching halt, his head tilted to the side as he looked at him in feigned innocence but there was a glimmer of dark playfulness beneath his lavender orbs.

"N-no…!" Takemichi gasped when he stopped his movements, leaving him painfully hard and his body trembling in need and want. "What I m-mean i-is if y-you k-keep on doing t-that…" He trailed off with a furious blush marring his cheeks.

"If I keep doing what Takemichi-kun?" He sang, his eyes trailing over his debauched form hungrily.

"If you keep on doing that, I'm not going to last long…" He replied faintly, biting off his lip from the embarrassment that threatened to engulf him that instant. For sure, he could probably hear Izana's mocking laughter and sneering gaze thrown over his direction on how he was a complete novice and inexperienced in this area. Regardless if he had an ex-girlfriend before in the form of Hinata Tachibana, they simply didn't go further other than the chaste kissing and shy hand holding during their relationship. Takemichi was just not in tuned and an expert in moving things along and Hina wasn't that aggressive in advancing their physical relationship with one another hence it didn't go further beyond that.

Now he wasn't even sure if should regret over his inexperienced or not when it came to Izana. No matter how much he cursed his entire being for making him suffer like this, he couldn't pretend that the silver haired man was awakening feelings inside of him. His heart was fucking pestering him about this guy.

Just the mere thought of Izana being disappointed in him was now affecting him radically. Damn it.

Why would he be fucking care about these kinds of things anyway? If he felt unsatisfied then so be it. Wasn't a part of their arrangement being that Izana will teach him on how to please him like a pleasant lover?

Instead of hearing the usual sardonic laughter from him, he was taken aback when he felt his finger cradling gently against his chin and tilted it up to make him stared right directly into his deep, mauve eyes that bored right through his soul.

"So, what if you're not going to last long Takemichi-kun? I want you to come apart for me. But the one thing that I wanted from you the most is to have you pleading sweetly right into my arms." He laughed under his breath, licking his lips slowly in front of him that made Takemichi's mouth went dry and heart speeding up erratically inside his chest.

His words shot right through his groin and fueled the scorching heat of lust inside his body. "Y-you…!" He couldn't look away from him. His beautiful and hypnotizing stare was making his defenses weak and his strong will of resisting him was falling apart slowly.

"So, what do you wanna do hmm? I can stop right here if that's what you want but your body is not a liar Takemichi-kun. Would you strip away the aching need of your body right now?" Izana leaned closer, a breadth away from him to claim his lips once again a in a mind-numbing kiss. He could feel his warm breath fanning against his skin that made his senses dizzy and drunk.

Takemichi swallowed thickly. "I want you to teach me further Izana… Touch me and claim me… So that I can properly please you just like what we agreed upon in the past." He steeled his nerves and didn't break his eye contact with him even if he could feel his cheeks burning from mortification and something else entirely.

"You're forgetting something." Izana tuts, his eyes glinted darkly.

"Please Izana… I'm begging you…" Takemichi resisted the urge to sock him in the face. Izana never failed to get under his skin. He knew how gratifying it would be for him to see him pleading to him like a helpless kitten.

"I couldn't hear you properly Takemichi-kun. Say it clearer and louder."

Something snapped inside of him and without any warning he dived right into him, removing any gap between the two of them as he clashed his lips against Izana's lips in a fiery kiss, all his swirling emotions were leaking out of his sudden actions and heated kisses.

If Izana was surprised, he didn't show it and welcome Takemichi's sudden aggressiveness enthusiastically. He tried to match his pacing and rhythm. His mouth parting and molding sensually against his own as he returned his kiss ferociously, his tongue plundering inside his mouth that made the other groaned against him.

They kissed each other ravenously as they fell back into the mattress with Takemichi pinned underneath Izana's lean frame. He slid between Takemichi's quivering legs easily and his hands caressed every inch of his skin eagerly before it landed on his waist, kneading them gently before he gripped it tightly.

Takemichi's mind was in limbo, the rational part of it was shutting down and he finally gave in to his instincts and wants while his heart pounded loudly inside his chest. He finally lets Izana take control and full rein as the other sought the entrance of his mouth and explored it wildly, licking and nipping at the sensitive crevices of his mouth. He could already feel him positioning himself on top of him and he aligned his body against him to give him room to situate and adjust himself. He belatedly realized that his hips might bruised the other day because of his tight grip but he couldn't care less at that moment. All he wanted right now was fan the flames that his entire being was screaming and yearning for Izana's touch. As the other made him wrapped his legs around his waist, he followed eagerly fearing that he might fall apart if he didn't secure himself within Izana's waist.

Izana tore his lips away from him and broke their passionate kisses to latch into the pale column of his throat, nipping, licking and kissing enthusiastically at the sensitive flesh beneath there that made Takemichi moaned sweetly underneath him.

"You need to relax your body Takemichi. This is still a part of your lesson. Be pliant against me so that we won't have any problems." He mumbled hotly against his skin.

"O-okay…" Takemichi replied breathlessly as he started to feel Izana lining up against his entrance and made his move to claim him slowly.

Takemichi tried to calm down his stuttering heart but nothing could've prepared him from the onslaught of the sudden pain that shot right through when Izana finally entered him and breach his walls. He was beginning to feel full just from the Izana's big and throbbing cock seizing up his walls inside.

Fuck. Can he even survive this?

He froze beneath him, tears started to prickle his eyes and wet his eyelashes. He felt as if his body was ripping from the inside. He breathed raggedly as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.

"Takemichi-kun… I told you to relax right?" Izana whispered as he leaned down and licked the salty tang of tears away from his face. "I'm not going to move until you relax and gave me the signal that you're okay now." He added even though his body was screaming at him to claim and fucked him wildly on the bed.

A few minutes passed with only their harsh breathing and low grunts echoing against the walls of the room until Takemichi could feel the delicious sensation wrapping up his body, the pleasure and ecstasy finally cascading around his senses. "Izana… I'll be okay… You can move now. Don't let it stop you from moving and teaching me properly…" He licked his lips sinfully in front of him as he grinded teasingly beneath him.

Izana ground his teeth, his eyes narrowed at him. "So, this how it's gonna be huh? I'll make you regret it teasing me." Without any warning he pulled away and slammed back against him harder that made Takemichi keened and mewled helplessly against him.

He tried to match his pacing as Izana thrust deeper and pounded into him with reckless abandon, the bed creaking and shaking from their wild movements.

"Fuck Izana! Please don't stop! Harder!" Takemichi cried out in pleasure as his hands gripped his back, his nails raking down on his skin which made Izana hissed in pain and pleasure simultaneously.

"You're a fucking naughty student Takemichi-kun. You really like it when I fucked you stupid huh? God, you're such a fucking slut." Izana laughed breathlessly only to be interrupted by a series of moans as he could feel his insides held his cock in a vice grip manner, his blood pulsating in his veins as his arousal spiked higher.

Takemichi could only moan and mewl in response, the feeling of his cock hitting all the right places inside of him made him see stars and mind melt in ecstasy and pleasure. He arched against him as he felt his mouth running hotly against his chest, his tongue licking at his nipples eagerly while he continued to pound on him in animalistic speed.

"Izana… Izana…" He moaned out his name in throes of pleasure, his entire being drunk on the dizzying sensation and shots of electricity that intensified his nerves.

Hearing his name slipped past Takemichi's lips in a drunken lust and haze went straight to his dick, Izana growling lowly as he claimed and possessed every inch of his body hungrily. For a moment, when the thought of Takemichi being with someone else and doing these things to a stranger filled him with something nasty and unknown emotion, recklessly thinking that there should be no other person claiming him completely other than him.

Only him.

Takemichi's azure orbs clashed against his deep, amethyst ones and for a moment he was afraid… afraid of what Izana might see in his eyes. He was afraid of himself either. Because in this moment he let himself be vulnerable and open to the other which will put him at a disadvantage to this dangerous game that they're playing. But right now, Takemichi couldn't care less as he listened to what his heart was whispering for him to do and that was to fall right into his arms.

If Izana was setting this as a trap to lure him then he finally lost since he jumped right straight into it defenselessly with only his fragile heart as his feeble weapon.

As he brought Izana down by his nape and sealed his lips in a fervent kiss, his body trembled against him and reached his peak, moaning sweetly against his mouth.

Izana reciprocated his kisses wildly, chasing his own release until his body shook right after and reached his climax spilling everything into him which made the other keened and whined against his mouth.

Izana fell right on top of him afterward, not saying anything as he breathed harshly, he could hear the wild beating of Takemichi's heart against his ribcage.

If they ended up with Takemichi resting his head against his head against his chest while Izana wrapped his arms against his frame securely, they didn't mention anything.

Not willing to break the temporary bliss and spell that they're in now.

The soft breeze of the wind tickled around Takemichi's skin, making him groaned out sleepily as he buried himself deeper into the mattress and stuffed his face with some pillows. His mind and senses were still unconscious and foggy, his entire being laid in a full dormant state until someone pulled away the blanket from the half of his body, the bright sunlight hitting right through his face, making his peaceful face crumpled up like a piece of paper and moaned out weakly.

"Please turn off the lights… I still want to sleep…" Takemichi's voice was low and throaty, still overused from crying and wailing in pleasure last night.

A snort came through his line of hearing making Takemichi's eyes opened slowly and stared blearily at the standing figure in front of him. "Kaku-chan…" He whispered hoarsely.

"If you want to turn off the sunlight then good luck on doing so. It's already 11:30AM. Just thirty minutes before lunchtime so wake up sleepyhead and prepare for some brunch." Kakucho replied in half exasperation and half amusement.

Takemichi yawned and rubbed his eyes lazily before he sat down on the bed, making the blankets fell lower to fully reveal his neck and chest that was littered with marks and love bites.

Kakucho tried not to stare and just focused on arranging the curtains to the side of the window. "Take a quick bath. The freshly cooked food will get cold soon if left uneaten for a long period of time." He added.

Takemichi's mind was still processing on his present situation and the events last night when he instinctively froze at the blinding pain that seared through his body when he tried to get up making him fell back to the bed unceremoniously. "Ow fuck." He hissed in pain.

"Hey, you okay over there?" Kakucho glanced at Takemichi worriedly before he went towards his direction.

"I think my back and hips hurt a little when I tried to get up." Takemichi winced before he shot him a wobbly smile.

"Right. I'll just carry you to the bathroom then."

"No! You don't have to Kaku-chan! I can do this on my own!" Takemichi insisted, panic and embarrassment coating his features.

Kakucho rolled his eyes and just sighed in defeat. "Like hell you will. You can't even make a step into the ground without groaning in pain. Now c'mon it's much faster this way."

Takemichi bit his lip before he slowly nodded, letting Kakucho carried him going to the bathroom. Mortification flooded his features but when he stole a glance towards Kakucho his face, it was calm and neutral, making him unable to read him properly.

"Where's Izana anyway…?" Takemichi asked hesitantly.

"Doing some business stuff. You know how busy he is. He just instructed me to prepare everything for you when you wake up." Kakucho stated calmly as he opened the door of the bathroom.

Takemichi swallowed back the lump on his throat and the tinge of disappointment that threatened to engulf his being.

Of course.

Izana's time was of very essence.

What Takemichi expected?

That after some quick fuck in the sheets last night Izana will pay attention to him and treat him like some important lover in the morning showering him with kisses and sweet words?

He wasn't that delusional.

Izana already got what he wanted from him and that was his body. After satisfying him, his world will not stop for him and he will move on to probably another conquest that will catch his eyes.

And why would he expect something impossible from that bastard anyway? He may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but he's not that crazy to even consider of having a tiny bit of affection towards the man that brought him nothing but pain and misery.

'Even if you almost wear your heart on your sleeve last night?' His mind prodded at him much to his chagrin.

Takemichi chalked it up to a moment of madness and vulnerability. Maybe when you're having sex with someone it makes you do stupid things like that and he recoiled within himself on how he must've looked at Izana last night… like he was the only being that matters the most… which was insane considering that he loathed him and would do nothing more than to get away from his presence.

Kakucho finally placed him at the tub full of warm water. Takemichi stifled his distressing thoughts and forced a smile on his lips as he looked up at his childhood friend.

"Thank you, Kaku-chan. I think I can take a bath by myself now."

"You sure? I mean—."

"I'm sure Kaku-chan. I don't want to put an additional burden to you since you've been acting like my bodyguard and sometimes… my caretaker… when you've got better things to do such as helping Izana in his business. So, you can leave me now since I can take it from here." He reassured him.

Kakucho stared at him quietly for a few seconds before nodding. "Okay. Just yell my name if you need anything. I'll be outside." He left him.

Takemichi tried not to sink downwards on the tub as he looked at the water blankly.

Why did he let himself be swayed by Izana once again and given himself to him without any aversions or hesitations?

Was it because of his intriguing yet sinful smiles thrown over his direction beckoning to him to come closer and crossed the invisible line that he had put between the two of them?

Or was it those deep, mauve eyes that penetrated right through his soul as if he can see all his innermost thoughts and emotions?

Or was it because…

The fleeting exposure of hidden vulnerability last night when he stared right back at him…?

It was a moment of cruel yet captivating honesty.

Izana looked back at him like he's the only person that matters last night. As if he was the precious thing that had happened to him…

Takemichi swallowed thickly.

Was it a lapsed of judgment?

He still didn't forget those harsh words and sharp accusations that he threw to him last night. Of how humiliated that he felt. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that Izana was jealous. But he knew better. The man enjoyed tormenting him and drowning him in barbed words that could cut right through his heart and soul.

Then why the fuck he was feeling like this? Why was he confused over him now? The resentment and hatred towards the despicable silver haired man was still there but a small part of himself was whispering to him to give him a chance and let himself…

Feel and…

Fall…

Right…

Into.

Him.

What…?

No way.

Takemichi gave himself an internal shake. He shouldn't feel this way. In every aspect this was wrong in every sense.

He remembered Kakucho's words when he time leap into the past previously.

'Save Izana Takemichi...'

It didn't age finely. His emotions warred within himself. He promised Kaucho but at the same time the tears of frustration and animosity threatened to fall at the same time.

Was it even worth it if Izana was always like this to him?

Everything was so fucked up in this timeline that he just wanted to disappear like a tiny balloon into thin air.

Because even if all the torment and misery that he went through his hands, his heart, his stupid, fucking heart won't listen into any reason.

And no matter how much he had deny it, he somewhat knew that in the past few weeks that he spent his time with Izana…

He was falling into him without any parachute.

And he might crash and burn along the way.

Because he knew the cruel truth that Izana won't catch him anyway.