Searching the whole cottage in a rush, Izumi found himself fuming breathily in the middle of one of the guest bedroom upstairs. I can't believe it! He really is gone!
He never would have thought that Takamiya would leave without him for his business trip. It was something that Takamiya had planned for weeks. And although Izumi hadn't said so aloud, he was delighted that the older man had asked him to tag along. He was looking forward to their trip to Shanghai. He was especially looking forward to seeing Naoya again – not that he cared to see that old troll demon that accompanied his friend of course.
But after confirming that Takamiya's luggage bags and laptop were indeed missing, Izumi couldn't believe that his lover could abandon him like so. The man hadn't even bothered to wait and apologize to Izumi for what he had done earlier. It was unlike Takamiya to not resolve the little skirmishes they have; even if half of the time it was Izumi's fault, although he would never admit that to his lover.
In truth, Izumi couldn't fathom Takamiya's thoughts at all lately. How could he? They had hardly spent any time together this past month. Everyday, since the guest had shown up, the time they've spent together had become less and less. In fact, just seeing his lover frequently interacting so pleasantly and spending so much time with their guest just irritates the heck out of Izumi. He knew he was being childish and irrational but it couldn't be helped. He felt out of place somehow, like he didn't belong to their camaraderie.
Argh! Suddenly hating his train of thoughts, Izumi kicked the nearby bedpost, hard. Damn that hurts!
Izumi instantly grabbed his right foot and hopped around in pain, before he stumbled and collapsed on top of the bed in a heap of limbs. Disgusted with his stupid action for causing himself such pain and the current miserable state that he's in, Izumi rolled over onto his back and began mulling over what he should do now– now that Takamiya had left without him.
Izumi must have dozed, for he opened his eyes to find his nose buried in a pillow. He found himself curled in the middle of the bed, lying on his side facing the opened door. Suddenly feeling the chill of the English night air, Izumi sat up and drew the quilt from the foot of the bed and covered himself. He burrowed under the cover, anxious to sink into the oblivious depths of sleep before he started remembering the past day's events.
As he settled under the cover, he heard someone groan. Bed springs creaked against wood, but they weren't his. Curious, he lifted his head and listened. The groan had come from somewhere inside the cottage. It sounded like someone was in pain.
Still somewhat half asleep, he briefly wondered if their pest of a guest had returned to the cottage sometime during the night and is now suffering from what Izumi had inflicted upon the man earlier. Even though Izumi still proclaims his innocence, he had been feeling guilty over the incident. So deciding that perhaps the man needed attending to, Izumi lifted the cover and left the bed. He quietly padded out the door and headed down the hall towards the pest's quarters.
Odd, he's not there.
Then he heard the groan again. Though, this time much longer and softer. It came from downstairs.
Izumi investigated until he reached the source of the sound. He couldn't comprehend the scene before him. Not at first.
A dark room bathe only in a sliver of moonlight that had stole through the curtains, illuminated his bed and the outlines of the occupants beneath the tousled sheets. A man was lying on his back with arms outstretched holding the gyrating slim hips of another person sitting atop him.
Izumi's brows crinkled in confusion. He could only stare as that slender back with wavy shoulder length hair moved up and down, while the man at the bottom groaned with pleasure. He stood there and watched as they reached their heights, not wanting to comprehend.
"Ah— I love you!"
"I— I love you too, Takamiya-san!"
Izumi immediately paled as the confusing haze was violently lifted from his eyes. His gorge rising, he stumbled back, turned and ran.