CHAPTER 3:
With a room temperature dropping barely just above the freezing point, Atobe should have been feeling cold. He should have been wearing a thick robe above his tailored pajamas to maintain a body heat enough to combat the room temperature.
He should have if not for the fact that he was pinned down on his king-sized bed, panting hard, and gloriously naked.
Oh yes.
Trust a certain Yuushi Oshitari to manage a strategic maneuver that would leave the mighty Keigo Atobe breathless.
"You really should stop-" Atobe started but was then cut off when Oshitari once again nibbled his lower lip.
"Hmm?" Oshitari hummed, all the while rubbing Atobe's manhood with his hand.
Atobe couldn't refuse the foreplay. Even if he favors fast and hard sex, he just couldn't set aside the fact that Oshitari was pretty damn talented at using his skills, namely his tongue, hands and lips to a better use.
So yes, he was enjoying the entire charade.
Oshitari had already started planting tiny kisses on Atobe's neck, bringing a hand to rub on Atobe's nipple at the same time. He liked the way the diva arched his back against his touches, liked it better how his name escapes Atobe's mouth in between breaths, and certainly liked it best every time the diva starts to beg.
Well it might sound more like commanding than begging. Still….
"We both enjoy this but you really need to fuck me now." Atobe said, groping Oshitari's hair with a hand.
Oshitari stopped kissing Atobe's neck and pulled away to look at the other guy. "Well, well….look who's in a hurry…"
Atobe smirked and opted to say something when the door of his room slammed open, revealing an unwanted presence in the person of his mansion's butler Shiraishi Kuranosuke.
Both Atobe and Oshitari averted their gaze to the new presence, not even attempting to cover their naked bodies.
Shiraishi didn't mind. The scene wasn't new after all. He knew Atobe loved having sex before going to work, which naturally left him to witness the scene at a daily basis.
"Ne Keigo, Yukimura's on the phone. He says it's urgent." Shiraishi said.
Yes he was Atobe's butler. But more importantly, the co-chairman of Royal Garden. Shiraishi owned half of the shares of their business, which gave him the same authority that Atobe has. They, however, thought it works more convenient if Atobe takes the limelight. The last thing they want was to create factions within their organization just because majority of the stock holders, investors, and valued clients like Shiraishi more.
Besides, Shiraishi knew Atobe is loved by the media. The diva knew how to feed them well with the latest gossips and rumors about the top personalities in the business arena, and it's generally good for the covert operations of their company.
"Tell him to call back in ten minutes. I'm in the middle of something."
Shiraishi glared at Oshitari who never cared to move away atop Atobe. From his position, Shiraishi could still see how Oshitari was pleasuring the diva with 'that hand' as if his presence didn't mean something.
Shiraishi crossed his arms in front of his chest. "It's urgent."
Atobe rolled his eyes. "And can't you see how this, " he pointed to his erect manhood on Oshitari's hand, " demands much more urgency?"
Shiraishi sighed in resignation. "Fine. Ten minutes. I'll wait outside." he said, exiting the room, but staying on guard outside to make sure the diva keeps his word.
A minute after, Shiraishi heard things clattering on the floor, moans and groans filled the room as Atobe asked to be banged on harder, and faster.
Shiraishi just sighed.
Fuji sat across Tezuka, his legs crossed over the other and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
They are in the living room, supposedly enjoying a cup of tea if not for the fact that Fuji was doing a very good job in interrogating. Tezuka thought it ruined the mood.
"And you're saying that Royal Garden isn't an illegal business." Fuji said.
"Like I said you can just ask for the company's papers."
"And how would that help me pin you down?"
Tezuka took a sip from his cup. "It won't. Because in the first place we're legal."
Fuji paused. "You're not really giving in."
Tezuka remained silent.
"We caught you." Fuji started, trying not to raise his voice. Tezuka's insistence was starting to get on his nerves and he's not particularly in a very good mood to render patience. Not especially to a prisoner. "I saw you with my own eyes. You were there. Shirts off with Kippei Tachibana, and god knows what else you did prior to that."
Tezuka took another sip from his cup of tea. "Then why didn't you arrest him?"
Fuji snickered. "Because he has nothing to do with this case."
"And I do?"
"We did prior investigations."
Tezuka brought down the cup on the table, shifted on his seat and mimicked Fuji's posture. He looked at him in the eyes.
"How much did you see?"
Fuji stared back. "Enough to want you and the others in jail for the rest of your lives."
Tezuka nodded. Fuji knew it wasn't a gesture of agreeing. "Still that doesn't explain why you only have me in custody and not my supposed colleagues. If you're right on your claim agent Fuji, shouldn't you have captured more people? You did the raid at night after all."
Fuji doesn't have any answer to that yet. True. It was strange when they got to the place and found the rooms empty. (With the exception of Tezuka's of course) Sanada assured him that he's up to it now, investigating on possible moles inside the Guild.
"I'm the one who should ask questions, not you." Fuji said. He stood up and picked his cup of tea. "Better cooperate before this case gets too dirty. I know your company's got tons of money, but I'm definitely not letting you off the hook this time."
Atobe slouched comfortably on his swivel chair, facing his group of professional 'hosts'. They were inside the conference hall of his mansion to discuss the situation they have about the Guild.
The mighty Keigo Atobe scanned the familiar faces. While it's true that he knew their names and reputations, he admits that he's not that familiar with their faces. He after all, doesn't deal with his workers so much - with the exception of Tezuka of course, his favorite and sometimes, personal host.
"Our onsite service is only suspended for a couple of weeks, but rest assured that the Guild's been taken cared of. Right now your priority is to give maximum satisfaction to our patrons who requested for home service."
"Keigo…" Shiraishi warned.
That wasn't the plan. Prior to the meeting, they agreed to temporarily stop the service and let the issue with the Guild pass. The 'hosts' were supposed to be given a month break from work. Clearly, Atobe had already made a decision prior to that.
Kamio, a well-known host in providing good conversation at almost every possible topic, raised a hand.
"What about Tezuka?" he asked.
Atobe nodded. "He's going to be fine."
"I've heard he's got a gorgeous agent taking good care of him." Kajimoto said, darting a meaningful look at Yukimura across the room. "In fact they seemed to be getting along just fine, ne Yukimura-san?"
The bluenette frowned at the other guy. Kajimoto might be handsome and sexy, but he definitely pisses Yukimura off every time he speaks. Kajimoto knew it of course, and he loves doing it more.
"Syusuke Fuji, isn't it?" Niouh Masaharu butted in. He was the youngest among the hosts but was utterly the most experienced on bed among the group. Yukimura could attest to that.
He blushed at the memory of how Niouh got him to beg for a blowjob. Yukimura really felt embarrassed at himself after that. Worse, Niouh had secretly recorded the encounter via video and showed it to the rest of the group the day after. Had Shiraishi not intervened, Japan could have witnessed the murder of the decade.
"Tezuka's whereabouts is none of your business." Yukimura said.
Niouh gave him a wink. Yukimura replied with a glare.
Atobe cleared his throat to stop them from bickering. "Leave Tezuka to me. For now, the two of you needs to take care of these people." he said, pushing in brown envelopes to Niouh and Yukimura's direction.
Niouh opened his and whistled in delight as he saw an unfamiliar yet desirable photo of someone inside. Yukimura just gave Atobe a blank stare.
"I'm not doing it. You told me to act as Tezuka's lawyer, and that's what I'll do."
Atobe waved a hand. "Oh well, I changed my mind. Tezuka's good on his own. We got a bigger problem from the inside." he said, looking at Oshitari who was at the farthest corner of the room.
"They're digging up more dirt." Oshitari said, referring to the Guild whom he serves as well. Being a top caliber inspector gave him chances to peek into classified investigations. That's where he knew about Atobe's business, the same time when he decided to be his mole inside the department.
Though hesitant, Yukimura pulled out the photo inside his envelop and rolled his eyes.
"Your taste sucks."
"I really think Matthew Reilly's 'The Seven Deadly Wonders' is better."
"You don't know that."
"Of course I do. I've read it."
Fuji shrugged. Tezuka and he were heading home by car after a two-hour visit to the nearest bookstore. Fuji was bored, and since he wasn't due to the headquarters anytime soon because of his in-house duty of interrogating Tezuka, he decided to get himself a new read.
"So you do read books." he said with a slight smile.
"I'm a fan of James Patterson."
Fuji smirked. "Everyone reads James Patterson."
"Right."
They settled for few moments of silence; Fuji fixing his gaze in front of the road and Tezuka, staring outside.
"I love your taste." Tezuka said out of nowhere, eyes still on the outside.
Fuji made a sideway glance before returning his focus on the road ahead. "Taste about what?"
This time, Tezuka looked at him with a knowing smile. Fuji inwardly cursed. "About books. I've seen your collection yesterday."
Fuji remained silent.
"Though of course I wouldn't mind tasting something else." Tezuka continued.
Fuji pretended not to care, but decided to keep up the conversation. "Like what exactly?"
"For instance, you on bed. Naked."
That… felt like a thunderbolt. Fuji involuntary stepped on the brakes, swerving his car at a corner. Good thing their seatbelts were intact. Otherwise, it would've been a disaster. He immediately regained control and stared in front, still in mild shock. He darted a look at Tezuka who was touching his forehead, apparently after bumping it at the sudden halt.
"Are you trying to make a pass on me?" Fuji asked. He was surprised by his tone. He intended himself to sound angry. Not amused.
Tezuka sighed, unlocked his seatbelt, and leaned closer to Fuji so that they were face to face. Fuji tried to unlock his to have better leverage in distancing himself, but Tezuka caught his arm faster.
"Well not exactly." Tezuka whispered with a smirk. Fuji swore he hated his voice. It sounded so…..good. "Why, is it working?"
Fuji snickered in slight irritation. "You got to be kidding."
"Certainly not."
They stared at each other for few more seconds before Fuji decided that it's starting to get dangerous - most especially when he can feel the heat slowly crawling on his cheeks.
"This conversation is going nowhere. Now move."
Tezuka did move. Closer.
"I agree. Now why don't we stop talking?"
And before Fuji could say and do something else, Tezuka clashed their lips together.
END OF CH3