It Starts Like This
Hiwatari Industries had undergone a management reform after Soichiro's scandal. It was known throughout the market before news of the abuse hit that when Kai came of age Soichiro would step down and he would take over.
The stock price depended on the perceived good relationship between Kai and Soichiro but when Kai's speech aired there was little that could be done to stop the sudden drop.
But one of the key decisions made by the board right after the incident was to fire Soichiro from the chair and appoint one of the more trusted and capable board members – his second son Rafa – as the new CEO and chairman.
The company wanted to clean its image and give the outward perception that they shared no values with Soichiro and the news of Kai's abuse and his subsequent decision to step down from being heir was received with a heavy, grieving heart.
Behind the curtains however, the idea to install Rafa in his stead came from Soichiro himself.
Rafa was his puppet. Voltaire was still commanding the ship.
Watery eyes take in his grandson's lover with contempt.
"Why am I not surprised? Fucking boy whores. Just what I had expected from my wayward grandson."
Tyson feels the touch of a hand at the small of his back. "Go inside" Kai whispers in his ear. He jerks himself out of the frozen state of mortification he was in and retreats to the bedroom to dress himself with one last glance at the powerful man.
The other boys are present.
Tala's currently burying his face in his palm. Dragging a stressed out hand through his hair.
"He's not a whore," says Kai, voice quiet, jaw clenched, fist balled. "What are you doing in my house?"
"You call this a house?" He looks around. "This is a dump. Were there no penthouses available in the city or did you run out of cash?"
"I'm loaded. Thank you for worrying about me," Kai replies sarcastically. "What do you want?"
"I heard my family was having a little get together without me. Wanted to see my grandson who was the mastermind behind all of that."
"I had nothing to do with it. It was my mother's idea."
"Will you be going?"
He pauses for a second. "I might"
Soichiro chuckles. "Mera says you haven't called her in three years. You know these boys you call your friends? They keep in touch with their families."
"Well, their families are decent. Can't say the same about mine."
"Decency? You're gallivanting around Japan like a criminal and fucking your same sex. Is this what you call decency?"
Kai gives almost nothing away but he can't help the light frown that forms on his brow.
"Yes" Voltaire nods. "I know." He moves to fling a brown envelope filled with papers onto the coffee table. "You were never vain, Kai. I don't know who you thought you were trying to fool with those false documents but social media is not where you make your money. Those car pictures on Instagram aren't fooling anybody except numbnuts with air for brains."
Kai picks up the envelope. Takes out the papers. They're pictures of bodies that they hadn't disposed. And documents. "You tracked my flights?"
"It was everywhere you went. Like a little murderer on the loose. The authorities may not have picked up on it, but it didn't take me long to put two and two together. Are you sane, son? Do you need to see someone?"
The comments prick at Kai like poisonous needles. Old fears resurfacing for a moment. He forcefully pushes them down.
This is blackmail. The photos and flight info are enough to lock him away. Spin the whole story against him. Clear Soichiro's name. "What do you want?" asks Kai.
"Oh I don't want anything."
"You wouldn't have come all the way here to give this to me in person if you didn't."
Soichiro stares at him. Uncomfortably long. Dark beady eyes staring into the secrets in his heart. "Come home," he says. "Bring the whole family home, Kai. Let's have a proper Christmas."
"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. No way. We're not going."
"We have to."
"It's a trap. You know it is. He's not going to stop with just a Christmas Eve dinner. He's going to ask for more. He will cut your dick. He will have your balls in his hand."
"He already has my balls, Yuriy. Clinched."
"We should have offed that fucker when we had the chance."
Tyson joins them in the hall where they're all gathered on the couches. Kai pulls him down into his lap and gives him a kiss on the neck. He smiles at Kai but stays quiet, oddly thoughtful.
He gazes at them with curious eyes as they discuss about their Christmas plans.
"Is it the company?" asks Tala all of a sudden. "Is something wrong with the company?" He pulls out his phone.
"Balls in a vice," says Bryan. "What do we do?"
"We go. I'll call my mother. See her first. Then we all go to the old house. And see what happens."
"That's it?" cries Ian. "We don't have a backup plan? We're fucked? We're Voltaire's bitches now?"
Kai nods, casual about it. "Pretty much"
Tyson turns to look at him, not believing it.
"You have a plan," he says, smiling lightly.
"I don't." He shakes his head.
"You do," he says, touching Kai's face fondly. Tyson has lovely eyes. Everything about him is so lovely and soft and pretty Kai doesn't know what to do with him.
"There's nothing," says Tala, pocketing his phone. "There's a rumour floating around of a hostile takeover but that's… That's not possible. Nobody has that kind of money."
"We are fucked," Ian laments. "We are so fucking fucked. I can't believe you guys are being so normal about this."
"What do you want us to do?" asks Tala. "Cry?"
"No. Come up with a battle plan. Fight back! Panic! Why's Kai sitting like that?"
"It's over," says Bryan. "We lost the fucking war."
"You can't be serious? What the fuck? Kai! Stop making eyes at Bambi and tell us your plan. What are we doing?"
He's patting down Tyson's side. Feeling him through the soft cotton shirt. "I've told you my plan."
"Not that."
"We're going. It's final."
Ian moans in misery.
"You're going?" He touches his fingers that are wrapped around his waist.
The others have left. He's in his lap and they're alone. "Hmm" Kai plays with the fabric covering his hips. "Come with me," he whispers against his shoulder.
"Do you think that's a good idea? He didn't seem too pleased to see me."
"Well, I don't give a fuck. I need you there."
Tyson smiles at him. Kai takes a sip of the glass of whiskey in his hand and sets it lightly on Tyson's leg, where his shorts have ridden up to expose his thigh.
He shifts a little in his lap but comments nothing.
He moves the glass around as he thinks, the condensation from the ice in the drink wetting Tyson's skin.
He eyes the movement in silence, but his lips move around an inaudible gasp, soft breaths.
"I'll come" he says, looking at Kai.
"Thank you" He raises the glass off his leg, giving him a smile. Moves his hair away from his ear and brings the drink to his lips. Tyson accepts the whiskey opening his mouth pliantly. Kai makes him drain it.
His lips are glossy with alcohol when he pulls the glass away.
Kai watches his face as the the whiskey takes effect on him. Lashes lowering, breathing going deeper, shoulders relaxing and a light pink tint blossoming on his cheeks.
He's pretty. Always is. Hard to look away from.
"I'm going to have to steal you from your grandfather on Christmas eve."
Tyson's chocolate brown eyes are large when they glance up at him.
"You'll have to cancel your dinner with him," says Kai.
"I can't do that. I'll have dinner early with him. That's a thing with him anyway. You can pick me up at around seven. Is that okay?"
"It works"
"I'll be late."
"I won't be picking you up in a car. I'll fly you there."
Tyson shoots him a funny look. "What?"
Kai opens his hands. "It's faster."
He laughs.
"Helicopters"
Tyson falls back against the arm of the chair, dissolving into giggles. "You're so filthy rich it's ridiculous sometimes. What do you mean helicopters?"
"They're cool. It's a great experience. Gets you to places fast."
Tyson bites his lip, gazing at Kai. He reaches out to touch his stomach, his abs, through his shirt. Kai leans back a bit so he has more access.
Lets him play.
He gets a small smile on his lips. He drags his hand up his shirt, running his fingers along the ridges in his stomach. Eyes watching Kai, his reaction, but trying to hide it. He suppresses his smile. Schools his expression. Continues to lightly touch him as he says, "Are you going to introduce me to them as a friend?"
Kai tries to read him. Where he's going. "I would have to. Can't spring a surprise on them like that. Not on Christmas Eve."
"That would be blasphemous."
"Mhm"
His fingers drop to his jeans, tracing along the waistband.
Kai rests his head on a hand, an elbow propped on the back of the chair. Grabs Tyson's hip with the free one. Just letting his hand wander.
Tyson shifts, absent-mindedly fixing Kai's shirt. Brushing off invisible lint.
"I want you to meet my grandfather," he says all of a sudden. He looks at him, eyes big, something slightly desperate in them. "You have to."
"I will"
"I'm closer to him than…" Kai nods in understanding so he doesn't have to finish.
"You can have dinner at mine. It'll be nice."
Kai gives a shrug. "Anything that makes you happy."
Tyson tilts his head. Lips parting around unsaid words before he asks, tenderly, "Do I make you happy?"
Kai takes his hand away from where he was touching him. He notices. Kai doesn't reply quickly and Tyson's expression grows more nervous by the second.
"You've asked me this before."
"Yes"
"What did I say last time?"
His face falls. Soft, troubled breaths leaving his mouth. Kai grazes his thigh. "You said no."
His hair has gotten longer and he'd gotten a cut. The soft brown waves framing his face make him look like a doll.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes" he all but cries. Eager. So eager to please. Tears like diamonds in his eyes. Sparkling but they don't fall. His cheeks remain dry. "Of course I do. I would do anything for you."
"Anything?"
"Anything"
Kai touches his neck and Tyson holds his breath.
"Do you know what Tala says about you?" he asks, letting go.
He doesn't. He shakes his head. "What does he say?"
Kai shouldn't. He shouldn't do this to him. But there he sits. Vulnerable.
Trusting.
His.
"He says you were unloved as a kid." The words have a jarring effect on Tyson. It's slow. The reaction isn't instant. It takes time to sink in and when it does he gasps in the softest way. "I had my Grampa," he says in a broken voice before shielding his eyes from Kai, looking down at the fingers in his lap.
Kai makes him look at him. Forces his gaze up, holding his chin.
"What about friends?"
He shakes his head. And the tears finally fall. "I didn't…" he sighs. "I said I did but it wasn't like that at first. I tried to make friends but no one….They didn't want me when they learned I was….that I didn't have…" Parents. No loving parents at home. "They'd call me a freak."
"And now?" he asks. "What about now?"
Tyson looks up at him with betrayal shining in his eyes. Outrage. He can see the words gutting him. The pain in his eyes. Can see his heart breaking.
"Wh-" He doesn't get why he's doing this to him.
"Is it different?" he presses and Tyson takes a painful breath.
His lips quiver.
He shakes his head the tiniest bit. "No" he says in a small wisp of a voice.
He looks harrowed after he says it. Kai gently wipes the tears off his cheeks.
The silence is a living breathing thing in the room as Kai holds Tyson in his lap.
He's trembling. Quiet, shivery movements of his body like his core had been shaken. A bucket of cold harsh truth he didn't want to face thrown on him out of nowhere.
Tense, long moments pass and Kai watches Tyson try to deal with his deepest wound like it can be solved that easily.
Come up with something to console himself.
And when he can't find anything, he looks up at Kai sharply, a wounded look in his eyes.
He's screaming for help.
Kai gingerly cups his face and his features twist in agony.
Kai kisses him. Slow. Soft. There's salt on his lips.
He breathes in soft gasps in between.
Kai draws him down till most of his weight is on him, his torso lying against his. His face held in his palms, mouth against Kai's.
When he pulls back a little, Tyson's still tearful.
"Your grampa's not the only one who cares about you. It wasn't a lie."
His brows furrow. Kai fixes his hair for him, tucking a lock behind his ear.
"I don't believe you when you say things like that," he tells him truthfully.
"Why?"
"Cause you don't. You don't."
Kai lets those words hang in between them. Gaze on Tyson's raw brown ones.
"I know I'd take a bullet for you," he says honestly.
Tyson frowns lightly at that. Not knowing how to take it.
He breathes in after a couple of seconds. Taking a deep inhale in what seems like forever. Some of the hurt in his eyes leaving him.
His lashes flutter as he blinks his tears away and sits up.
Kai lets him stay there, loosely holding him as he straddles him. Thinking. Thinking for minutes upon minutes.
Eventually Kai sits up and hugs him. And Tyson wraps his arms around him warmly, smiling when he pulls away.
Kai kisses his mouth. Tyson looks at him fondly.
"I love you too."
"Have you called your mother?" asks Bryan.
"No" says Kai, walking into the kitchen with Tyson, holding hands. They slept while cuddling last night.
"You have to."
"I will"
"When?"
Kai sighs a little. "At the end of the week."
Tyson squeezes his fingers.
Ian watches their interaction and comments. "Bambi, did you cry?"
"Kai, you made him cry?" asks Bryan, gasping exaggeratedly.
Kai opens his mouth to argue then shuts it. He hears a giggle from Tala.
Tyson glances down. Colouring slightly before looking at Kai and saying, "No".
"If he did, just say the word, we'll beat him up for you," says Bryan, grinning at them.
"Pfft" Ian rolls his eyes. "Watch out, Granger. He can get weird."
"That's okay. I get weird too." He smiles at Kai, who pulls him close and kisses him in front of all of them.
Tongue and everything.
Tyson has to push him away, cheeks pink.
"Breakfast and a show," says Sergei. "I'm not complaining."
Tala gives him a nasty look. "Yeah. As if."
Kai sits next to Tyson at the table, loads eggs on his plate for him.
"Oh thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Gag me," Yuriy mutters.
He wishes the dishes, dries them, then dries his hands and leaves the kitchen. Wordless.
Kai follows him.
They end up taking a shower together.
Tyson squeezes a bath gel onto a scrub, rubs it between his palms and brings it to Kai's chest.
Kai studies his lashes.
They're dark and shapely. Fans out over his eyes.
He brushes the loofah across his skin, scrubbing diligently. His silence isn't something Kai is used to. Its presence is louder than words. It sits like a boulder on Kai's chest.
He raises a hand, grazes Tyson's bare shoulder, tracing his fingers down his arm. He's soft and warm. Kai takes a step closer to him and Tyson tries to take one back but the wall is behind him. There's no space for him to run away to.
Kai plucks the loofah out of his hands and sets it aside. Touches the sides of his neck with both palms and tips his chin up with a thumb.
His lips are parted. Droplets of water on their rosy softness. His eyes meet Kai's and they're dark, something in them, heavy and tangible. Whispers of lust clouding his irises.
His lids are droopy.
Kai leans down and covers his mouth with his, eating him out. Smothering his gasps and sighs.
He tastes good. Kai kisses down his face, trailing his lips along his neck and collarbone. Gives him a hickey at the bottom of his throat. The sensitive dip between his clavicles.
Tyson gasps softly. He raises a leg and Kai holds it next to his hip, leaning him against the wall, lips tasting his wet skin.
His fingers slide down Kai's torso, moans getting louder, more helpless as he bites into his neck. Hard enough to hurt a bit.
Tyson suddenly pulls his mouth to his, kissing him with feverish urgency.
It's not enough.
It's not enough.
They accidentally knock something over. A bottle of shampoo. A shower gel.
Kai grabs Tyson's hands and pins it above his head. Kissing his lips, his face, his neck, his chest. Draws a nipple into his mouth and sucks. Getting a drawn-out noise out of him.
His dick is erect between his legs, pink at the head and leaking.
He kisses him with tongue once more before taking his cock into his mouth.
His skin is the finest there. Almost translucent and highly sensitive. When Kai sucks, Tyson's thighs shiver. His knees almost give out a couple times.
He reaches around his leg and inserts a finger into his ass.
His hips buck. A string of sweet words and sounds pouring out of his mouth. And his name. His name is always present on his tongue.
Kai raises one of Tyson's legs and rests his knee on his shoulder so he can kiss his balls, tongue his perineum, lave at his hole.
He's fully shuddering now, endlessly shaking and thrashing. Kai has to hold him up with a hand pressed to his waist.
He says, "Kai," eyes scrunched shut, in the sweetest voice ever, "I'm going to come."
"Come, baby," he whispers against his belly button. Two fingers buried deep inside of him and brushing his prostate.
He gasps whenever he presses hard against it.
On the verge of tears, his lips quiver, along with his legs, his hips.
He's ready to sob.
Kai kisses him everywhere between his thighs. Stroking his walls gently with his fingers before pushing in and massaging him hard.
Tyson comes in his mouth. Crying his name loudly. His hands in Kai's hair, and his hips grinding down on his fingers and mouth.
He sighs after. "I love you" he says, looking down at him.
Kai presses kisses on his cock, his balls, his tummy.
Tyson moans at the attention, urging Kai up to his feet so he can kiss his mouth.
They make out heavily before Tyson gets on his knees to return the favour.
Kai holds him close after they've both finished, kissing him with reverence, unable to get enough.
