Chapter 4

By: Aztec999

Several days passed after their "night incident" together and they weren't talking about it personally.

Nevertheless, something had changed between the two of them.

Izana would make his way into his bedroom randomly at night and made his intentions known by just slipping beside him on the mattress and looked at him in silence. Either tucking the strands of his hair mindlessly behind his ear or caressing his arm or brushing his thighs along with him suggestively.

And Takemichi would get the idea immediately.

They don't speak of it. They continued sleeping together whenever Izana wanted to after his long day doing whatever the hell he was doing with his gang and business.

Only salacious moans, low grunts of ecstasy and wails of pleasure would reverberate against the walls of his room. With Takemichi being thoroughly ravished and getting fucked over several times and in several positions throughout the night that left him exhausted and a delicious ache that would spread throughout his body in the morning.

Takemichi couldn't stop his idiotic heart from hoping…hoping that something would bloom between the two of them…other than being shackled into a cold agreement that wouldn't get higher other than being a quick fuck in the sheets whenever and wherever Izana wanted.

But a small, rational part of his mind would immediately squash on that hope and remind him harshly on the reason why he was here in the first place and berating him on how utterly wrong it was to fall in love with a man who was the sole reason for his miserable future and being unable to time leap again into the past to fix things because he separated him from Naoto.

Takemichi swallowed thickly.

He shouldn't forget what his real mission was. All of this was not a permanent thing to him. This was only a temporary bliss for him and what would happen to him when Izana grew bored of him? Izana was always blunt and forthright with him about his hatred towards him and Naoto for killing Mikey even though it was a mere act of self-defense.

He couldn't put all his walls down in front of him even if Izana's treatment to him slowly changes that made his defenses crumble and heart melted at his silent yet sweet affections towards him during and after they had sex together.

Of how he'd whisper soothing words at him to ease the temporary blinding pain that would shoot his body whenever he would slowly claim his body every night. Of how Izana would always look at him as if he was the most ethereal and captivating person beside him as he devoured every inch of his body that would make his fragile heart sing and would make him cry in silent euphoria.

And…

Of how he'd always take care of him afterward, cleaning and running a bath for him before he leaves his room.

Takemichi was trying really, really, hard on not to catch feelings for him.

But Izana made it difficult when he's treating him like his precious lover which made his mind and heart swirled around in havoc and sweet confusion.

Maybe Takemichi just preferred if Izana was still outright hostile and always mocking him since he can keep up on his own hatred and anger towards the silver haired man. But it's a different story when he's being like this: gentle and considerate.

He didn't know how to handle the current Izana that was right in front of him.

The cold stream of water from the showerhead ran through their bodies but it doesn't even diminish the blazing fire and scorching tension between the two of them as Izana fucked him against the walls of the bathroom.

Takemichi clung to Izana for dear life. Gripping his back with his nails raking down his skin ferociously for support and leverage. Lecherous moans and helpless mewls fell from his sinful lips as Izana continuously thrust deeper into him, hitting his prostrate several times which made him see stars that instant.

"Yes… Yes… There… Please…Harder… Keep going…" Takemichi mewled like a kitten in heat as his eyes were clouded with lust and ecstasy.

"What do you want?" Izana whispered, licking at the shell of his ear as he pounced on him like a helpless prey.

"All of you Izana… please…" Tears of pleasure escaped from Takemichi's eyes as his mind floated in cloud nine, his entire being was drunk from the sinful yet pleasurable sensation that the other was giving him.

"Such a greedy whore. But for you I'll make an exception since all of you is mine now anyway." Izana smirked before he leaned closer and captured his lips in a wild kiss that swallowed his sweet moans instantaneously.

Takemichi closed his eyes and reciprocated his kiss deeply, pouring out his heart and soul in a fiery kiss that threatened to engulf them both in scorching heat of desire.

One of his hands had tangled into Izana's wet locks and carded through the silky strands of his hair which made the other moaned out in delight as he felt his hand also kneading through his scalp softly.

Takemichi fought the urge to blurt out his feelings that instant, ignoring what was his heart screaming at him but instead it mirrored through his actions unconsciously. He let him dominate every inch of his body ravenously, unabashedly giving not only his body to him but his heart, mind and soul to him.

They both moaned out in unison, reaching their peak together as their souls and body became one that night.

Takemichi blinked a few times when he spotted Izana in an apron.

Izana in apron.

Cooking.

What. The. Hell.

Ever since the previous week that Takemichi was given a bit of a leeway to go out of his room and was given permission to enter the other parts of the house such as the living room and the kitchen, he would always spot Kakucho being the one who always prepared and cooked for their meals together.

But seeing Izana now…cooking…and looking domesticated was a bit weird thing to him.

In a good way.

Since he now realized that the other can probably do simple chores at the house despite being a gang leader and a business magnate in the underworld.

"You cook?" Takemichi blurted out, rubbing his eyes slowly as he tried to keep the hazy fog out of his head due to their wild activities last night that made him slept like a log afterward. He didn't even realize that Izana was already up and moving earlier this morning and was cooking breakfast for them.

"Well, what do you take me for Takemichi-kun hmm? I grew up in an orphanage and survived on my own during my teenage years. It's only logical to be knowledgeable in simple things such as this when you're an independent individual." Izana hummed as he placed the freshly cooked bacon, sausages, eggs and hash browns in a clean plate.

A faint blush marred his cheeks when his stomach grumbled in hunger upon smelling the aroma of food wafted through the room. Izana could only chuckle lightly at his state, making his way towards the table and placed the plates of food in the middle of the table.

"Well don't just stand there Takemichi-kun. Sit over there and eat. I know how starving you can be since you take the brunt of our lessons last night." He shot him a lopsided grin which made Takemichi blushed deeper at his innuendo.

"S-shut up…" He grumbled in defeat as he took a seat and waited for Izana to sit on the opposite side of him while the other was pouring the freshly brewed coffee into their mugs.

"So, why are you already up this early? You usually wake up in the middle of the day or during the lunch period according to Kakucho." Izana placed the steaming cups of coffee at the side of their table before taking a seat on the opposite side of himself.

"Well, I just woke up feeling cold all of a sudden then I realized you weren't in bed, so I fully wake up a bit confused since you don't usually leave my room at the wee hours of the morning." Takemichi blurted out before he could stop himself, his cheeks were now covered in rosy hues as he realized the implication of his words and Izana might mocked him for it once again.

But what he didn't expect was the soft laughter slipping past the other's lips and how his usual lavender orbs were devoid of anything malevolent or malicious, just a genuine amusement and merriment on his honest words.

It made Takemichi's heart flipped wildly inside his chest, his breath caught in his throat at the captivating sight in front of him.

It's rare for him to see Izana like this. He wasn't sneering nor being sardonic and haughty. His facial expression showed of genuine happiness and affection when he's around with him. Takemichi already knew on how physically attractive he was but he didn't realize that it's ten times more magnified when he's sincerely happy like this…he could watch him the whole day and wouldn't mind getting lost in the ethereal glow of his amethyst orbs which shined with genuine mirth and delight.

"Don't tell me Takemichi-kun that you already missed me despite being away from each other for a few hours?" Izana jostled him out of his reveries with his teasing words that made his ears flushed and his face hot and red like a tomato.

"D-don't b-be so full of y-yourself Izana-kun…! I just got curious that's all!" Takemichi stammered and quickly forked some sausages and stuffed it into his mouth, unable to look at him in the eye.

This made the other laughed heartily, shaking his head. "Ah, Takemichi-kun. Despite what we already did together under the sheets you can still blush prettily like a cute virgin."

"Shut up you asshole." Takemichi pouted as he swallowed down the food.

"I'd like to see you try on making me but maybe later after breakfast." Izana shot him a playful wink before he focused on eating his breakfast once again.

Takemichi sputtered, his face exploding into a different shades of red. Did Izana just…flirt with him…?

'For fuck's sake, he's gonna give me a heart attack.' He thought inwardly.

He couldn't even provide a snappy retort back to him because of how flustered he was with him now. This was another side of Izana that he wasn't used to seeing aside from being caring and considerate towards him.

But Takemichi found himself enjoying seeing this side of him and he couldn't suppress the dumb smile on his lips as he ate his breakfast with much gusto.

Maybe he could get used to this.

He could get used to this peaceful morning with Izana by his side.

Maybe he shouldn't let his guard down that instant.

Maybe if he wasn't fucking naïve and a simpleton, Takemichi wouldn't be so hurt like this until now.

Because the morning he spent idly with Izana was just an illusion.

An ugly truth dressed in a beautiful lie until it was shattered the next day.

Takemichi was about to headto the living room when he stopped midway and hid behind a wall.

He saw two people talking.

Izana and Kakucho.

It doesn't look like they're simply talking. They're on the verge of arguing with one another.

"What do you really plan to do to Takemichi?" Kakucho asked seriously as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"What do you mean?" Izana asked nonchalantly as he sat cross legged on the sofa.

Kakucho let out a deep breath before he spoke again. "Don't play ignorant when I noticed that you treated Takemichi differently now."

"And how did I treat him now Kaku hmm?" Izana asked idly.

"You're getting lenient on him. Giving him a bit more of a freedom into this house…and you're being affectionate and caring towards him. That's the exact opposite of how you wanted to treat him when you first got him in your hands. Your dead set on exacting revenge on him by making him miserable here. So, what change?" Kakucho looked at him in the eye.

"Wow Kaku. You really have something to say when it comes to your childhood friend. Are you really sure you don't care about him now?" Izana chuckled lightly.

Takemichi continued to hide behind the walls, listening in silence as his eyes widened briefly at Kakucho's words and blinked a few times.

"This isn't about me Izana. Don't change the subject." He shot back. "You know where my loyalty lies so don't even question it. But when it comes to Takemichi it seems like you don't know what to do with him now." He pointed out.

Izana raised his arms dramatically. "Oh, c'mon Kaku. You should know me by now. Do you think that I'm harboring genuine affections for that trash? Did it ever occur to you that it's easier to bend Takemichi's will with just a few simple sweet words and gestures because of how naïve he was? I still want to go through with my revenge, but I want to have fun doing it." Izana let out a cheerful yet ruthless laughter.

"You…" Kakucho just looked at him in silence before shaking his head slightly. "If you're convincing me then I can buy that but I'm not sure about yourself if it's convinced enough from your grand words and gestures." Kakucho added before he proceeds to leave him at the living room.

Takemichi quickly scrambled to his feet when he sees Kakucho leaving the living room and headed straight towards the direction on where he was hiding at. He quickly made a run back to his room, closing the door shut and sagged against the wall, feeling as if the air was knocked out from him and he found it hard to breathe.

He should've known.

It was all a sham. A lie. An illusion to make him believe of something that it really wasn't there.

Takemichi should've expected this from Izana. He's a selfish bastard who only cares about his own pain and misery and wanted to inflict his own suffering through the others.

But why the hell did it feel like his world came crashing down when he finally heard it from him directly? Why? Because he's a moronic individual who was still hoping for the best. That maybe Izana had a change of heart and felt something for him other than hatred.

That maybe he's also in love with him just like how he felt now about him.

But he's the only one falling with no one to catch him since Izana just made him fall for him so that he can manipulate his feelings and shattered his heart into tiny, little pieces when he was deeply in love with him.

And for the first time in the weeks that passed by…he cried once again not because of pleasure and happiness.

Takemichi cried in silent agony throughout the day.

Izana's smile fell when Kakucho left the living room, a blank expression settling over his features as Kakucho's words rang over his head.

He tried to dispel it away, but the nagging thoughts seized him.

It was true that he was still on hell bent in making Takemichi and his little detective friend suffer on his hands. But what he didn't reveal to the other man earlier was the havoc that Takemichi was creating inside of him. He could feel his heart sped up every time he looked at him and see those dazzling blue eyes and that breathtaking smile that was for him.

He tried to ignore it but each day that passed them by he just found himself doing certain things…simple things…such as cooking food for him, initiating a small talk and staying more often at his room cuddling to him after sex.

After sex.

He was spending more and more time with Takemichi.

Outside the bedroom.

And he genuinely enjoyed his time spending it with him.

He acted like as if he like him…as if he had fallen for him.

Izana stopped midway on his thoughts and his eyes widened briefly as if he had seen a ghost in front of him.

What the hell? This was one of the most absurd things that his mind could conclude in. Was he really that bored with his life that he entertained the mere idea of falling for someone like him?

'But you can't deny jealousy blooming within you ever since that night at the party when people were eyeing him with interest, and you caught him dancing happily with someone else.' His mind sneered at him to which Izana scoffed at.

It's not jealousy that he felt that night. It's just his pride or ego that's been wounded on that event. Just the mere thought of Takemichi being happy and spending his time with someone else filled him with an unidentifiable emotion akin to a storm brewing and could cause havoc around him when he unleashed them.

'Well, how can you explain the blunder that you almost made the other night? You know that part where you almost said that you're in love with him?' His mind mocked at him.

This made Izana stood up abruptly, surprised and agitation lacing his features as he paced around the living room, remembering the other night when he was giving his usual "lessons" to Takemichi and trying out another position on the bed.

Sweet moans and tears of pleasure sprung out from Takemichi's eyes as he was resting his head in between Izana's legs who was sitting in the middle of the bed holding his hips while his back was bent and arched against him as he lowered himself to his throbbing member. With this position, Izana penetrated him deeper and harder than before, abusing his sweet spot several times as he leaned forward that made him drool and shake like a leaf against him. Takemichi grabbed ahold of his ankles and feet for support and leverage with shaking hands.

"Fuck. Izana… so good… so good… so good…" Takemichi gasped as Izana increased his speed and pounded on him eagerly.

"This is called Arc de Triomph Takemichi-kun. It's a position that connects two people like no other such as this." Izana licked his lips as he braced Takemichi's legs against him and thrusted deeper making the other wail in pleasure and let out a series of lecherous moans.

"God yes Izana…! Hit there harder…! Please…!" Takemichi babbled incessantly, his blue eyes were a deep shade of indigo clouded with haze and lust and his cheeks were royal tint of darker rosy hues.

Just the sight of Takemichi being reduced into a beautiful mess like this did something within Izana and shut down any coherent thoughts as he locked his eyes into him.

"Takemichi I—."

His words were cut off as he could feel his scorching walls gripping his cock tightly, milking him which made him groaned out loudly.

The splash of white-hot liquid cascaded on his chest as Takemichi reached his peak with the other moaning out his name in throes of pleasure.

Izana sighed out in exasperation as he dispelled the previous memory away, he could already feel his body reacting once again at the mere thought of Takemichi being deliciously debauched against his arms. No. Maybe it's just the sex and the heat of the moment that's taken over him.

He shouldn't entertain any ludicrous thoughts and feelings that might get in his way of plans and derailed him from his original goals for himself and Takemichi.

It's just a mere weakness of his body and clouded his judgment in the middle of the ecstasy he was feeling.

There was simply no way that he had fallen in love with someone like him. He promised himself that he's not like Mikey who had become weak for Takemichi and let his world revolved around him even while he was gone.

He'd make sure that it's the other way around.

The tinkling sounds of the utensils against the plates are the only sounds that reverberated through the walls of the dining room.

It was only 7 in the evening yet Izana insisted that they had dinner this early in the night since he had to do something important afterward. It's only the two of them that were eating that night since Kakucho was once again overseeing some important cargoes in a pier that was related to their business.

Prior to that day, Takemichi had locked himself inside his room and not bothering to get out of the house and explore the facilities nor even seeking out Izana and just to talk to him.

Maybe he would've entertained the idea of talking to Kakucho since he was still his childhood friend despite being with the enemy now, but he can't handle speaking nor looking at Izana's eyes without having an explosion of his pent-up emotions that was wreaking havoc inside of him.

Takemichi struggled to keep calm as he ate his dinner in silence while Izana looked unperturbed and nonchalant as always.

"You don't seem to be your chipper self tonight." Izana commented offhandedly as he cut off the steak with a knife and forked it into his mouth.

"I don't have any interesting to say Izana-kun." Takemichi replied in a lukewarm voice which made Izana arched a brow. "Also, don't you preferred it if I just stay like this instead of my idiotic bubbly self in front of you?" He added, inwardly congratulating himself for keeping his voice level and calm when all he wanted to do was to yell at him.

"Oh? Someone's not in a great mood tonight I see." Izana pursed his lips, his full attention was on him now. "Look at me in the eye Takemichi-kun and tell me what's the problem now." He added casually but there was an edge to his voice.

"Can't you see I'm eating he—."

His words were cut off when Izana strode towards his direction and seized one of his arms that instant, leaving Takemichi with no choice but to finally looked at him.

He tried not to quail at the blank yet intense look on his lavender orbs that seemed to be devouring his whole existence with just a simple stare.

"Let go of my arm Izana." Takemichi said tightly, dropping the honorific in an instant.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong Takemichi. You know how I simply despise it when you're being like that when I'm talking to you. So, look me in the eye and tell my face what's the problem now." Izana replied in a calm yet glacial voice.

"Problem Izana? Do you really want to know what's the fucking problem here?" Takemichi laughed wetly, the tears on his eyes finally streaming down his cheeks and blurred his vision. He yanked his arm away from him and stood up facing him with his raw emotions running rampant on his features.

"You're the problem here Izana! Your existence beside me makes me sick! Every time I see your face it makes me remember all the things that I failed at and the reason why I'm finally here! Are you happy now?! Because you finally succeeded in one thing Izana. You finally showed me that maybe dying is better than being with you since being dead doesn't make you hold onto anything such as hope or anything. But with you…" Takemichi's voice cracked at the end before he took a deep breath and wiped his tears away. "You keep dangling something hopeful in front of me when it's all just a lie anyway. So, congrats for making my life a living hell because I finally got a taste of it now when I'm with you."

Takemichi walked past him and left the dining room, slamming the door shut.

And for the first time in his life, Izana stayed rooted to his spot, his lavender orbs were wide with surprise and some unidentifiable emotion that was running through them.

He should be happy right? That was his real goal in the first place. To make Takemichi fell into despair and make him feel all the emotions that he went through when Mikey died. And so that he could avenged his estranged brother's demise.

But why does his words felt like a dagger thrusting deeply into his heart where it hurt the most?