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"Akira! What the hell happened?" Avana sounded ready to lose her shit over the phone.
Cell to his ear, Sendoh got a tumbler from his kitchen cabinet and hit the ice button on his fridge to fill it. "Where are you?" he asked, needing to check in with her before spilling the details about the attack.
"I'm at my friends. The police told me I couldn't go home, that there was a break-in, that you killed him. What the fuck!"
"Calm down, Avana. I'm okay. Everything is going to be fine." Sendoh poured Grey Goose into his waiting glass. "Get yourself a drink, and I'll fill you in."
His penthouse offered comfort, the best worldly possessios money could buy, and Sendoh stretched out on his couch, glancing over Japan's skyline outside his living room's massive picture windows.
Once Avana assured Sendoh she was seated with a glass of red wine, he proceeded to tell her the exact same story he'd given the police from beginning to end. He ignored the twisting in his guts, knowing the vodka would soon ease it.
Avana sat silent for a few seconds after he finished. "Why did he break into my house? What was the guy after?"
"As far as we know, it was a random. He just got unlucky that someone bigger and stronger happened to be home."
"What's going to happen now?" she asked.
"The police will investigate, find jack shit to refute my claims, and that'll be the end of it."
"They won't press charges? Manslaughter or something?"
"It was self-defense," Sendoh assured her while studying the half-empty tumbler in his hand. The buzz needed to kick in and soothe the unease in his guts. "Even if they wanted to arrest me for murder, they wouldn't find the evidence to get that warrant."
"I can't believe this..." Avana let out a heavy sigh that sounded much more settled to Sendoh's ear.
"Everything will be okay," Sendoh repeated. "Don't worry about it. Just stay at your friend's house until the police say you can go back home. The police won't leave a trace of the attack- not a speck. Promise. You won't even know shit went down. I'll be sure to swing by next week and finish fixing that drain since I was so rudely interrupted."
Avana let out a soft laugh. "You're the best. Are you sure you're alright? He didn't hurt you or anything?"
Sendoh sipped his vodka, ready to change the subject. "My ribs are a little sore, and I'll have a black eye to match yours, but that's it. How is it healing up by the way?"
"The bruising is pretty well faded."
"Did you enroll that damn dog in obedience school yet? Because if he headbutts you again, I might have to have a stern talking to with him."
More laughter filled Sendoh's ear, and he found himself smiling as warmth and tenderness welled inside him. Family was everything to Sendoh. He would have his little sister's back until she rested six feet under.
"Love you, Avana," he told her a few minutes later before hanging up.
"Love you too, Ki."
Sendoh's smile faded as he lowered the cell and finished off his drink in one swallow. He got up from his couch for a refill before settling in to do what he'd planned on.
Learning about Kaede Rukawa.
He wasn't on social media, Sendoh noted after a solid half-hour of searching. He should have been relaxed after his first vodka on the rocks and a hot shower, but his inside felt...antsy. Unnerved in a way he'd never experienced before.
It'd been one hell of a long day, fucked up in more ways than one. Stabbing someone to death. Falling into lust with a guy.
Pretty and sweet. Willowy and graceful.
Sendoh's dick swelled again at the memory of raven black hair and those lips he wanted to slide his hard length between. He bet Rukawa would look hot as fuck on his knees, sharp blue eyes peering up at him, tongue sticking out as if to beg for his cum.
An image flashed in his head of him dropping to his knees to taste the pretty boy.
"Fuck." Sendoh slammed back the rest of his drink and gave into the need to jerk off to thoughts of a guy for the first time in his life.
Rukawa had captivated him, stolen his focus in a way no women had ever done. Like a bizzare curiosity had zapped his dick with a surge of adrenaline, and Sendoh was powerless to fight the desire even if he'd tried to.
When Sendoh saw something he wanted, he didn't overanalyze. He took.
The image of swallowing down Rukawa's length stayed rooted in his head, and every harsh stroke of his fist over his dick edged him in seconds.
Sendoh's balls seized, he swore again, and cum erupted up through his length, painting his T-shirt with stripes of milky white.
Head tipped back and gasping for air, he considered what he'd fantasize about the pretty boy that similar to hot-model.
Not a model- he worked as an assistant lawyer for fuck's sake. One damn fine...what was his type called?
Damn fine whatever society might label him, Sendoh thought.
He didn't feel a twinge of anything but acceptance over what he'd done. Female, male...he realized he didn't give a shit which way he swayed.
Or why it took an elfin angel to make him cross a line he'd never considered before.
He didn't know anything about Rukawa, and he hated not having insight in a person who interested him.
"Hey, Siri, call Fukuda," he stated in the quietness around him.
"Calling Fukuda," his cell phone replied from the cushion beside him.
Sendoh picked up the phone with his clean hand, wiping cum off his other onto his silk lounge pants while ringing sounded in his ear.
"What's up, Sendoh?" his friend responded, the private investigator he used on professional and personal levels alike.
"I got a name for you."
"Business or pleasure?"
Sendoh huffed a snort. "Pleasure. Rukawa Kaede. He works for Maki."
"Kaede...as in a dude?"
"Yep."
"Pleasure, you said?" Fukuda asked, his tone disbelieving.
"Yep."
His friend chuckled. "Coming to the dark side, Sendoh?"
"Hopefully coming in his ass before the weekend's over."
A burst of laughter hit his ear. "Maybe moving on from pussy will find you your soulmate. God knows you could use some feelings."
"Don't need shit other than a good fuck now and then," Sendoh shot back what he always said whenever his friend gave him a hard time. He loved the single life and had no interest in allowing anyone inside his head and heart. He would never admit to how Rukawa spun his head.
"Shame." Fukuda let out an exaggerated sigh.
"I don't want to hear about your and Jin's date night," Sendoh grumbled. "Just find out the goods on Kaede so I know how to lure him into my bed."
"You don't usually have issues with getting someone to invite you into their bed. What's the problem with this one?"
"Kaede is...the non-devious sort. Honest."
"Opposite do attract."
"Fuck off, Fukuda."
A few more details, a lot of ribbing exchanged, and Sendoh hung up, trusting his friend to get him what he needed.
Instead of being worried over the investigation or the fact he'd stabbed a man in the throat, Sendoh showered for a second time. Jerked off again to thoughts of Rukawa grabbing his own ankles and begging for Sendoh's dick.
And he fell into slumber like a baby, his confidence assuring him he didn't have a thing to fear.
Fukuda called the next afternoon, but Sendoh sat in a business meeting and couldn't answer.
He couldn't focus on the numbers his assistant went over, the proof of a new possible acquisition that he'd been looking forward to hearing about for over two weeks.
The cell dinged a few minutes after it quit ringing, and Sendoh wondered over the long as fuck message Fukuda had left.
His investigator friend had found something, otherwise he'd have been short and to the point.
Sendoh couldn't sit still, unable to give his attention to the business at hand. "I'm sorry...can we finish this tomorrow?"
"Sure thing." His assistant gathered up the papers and files off of the conference table and walked out.
Sendoh picked up his cell and swiped it open. Sure enough, Fukuda had left a message.
"So your pretty boy...I mean, Rukawa. He is twenty-six, moved back into his parent's house after graduating from law school, and now shares a place with a couple of rommates down near Shohoku. He's squeaky clean, except for one event in high school that probably explains his non-deviousness and honesty."
Sendoh thinned his lips, his brow furrowing.
"But I'll get to that in a second." Fukuda went on to share a bunch of family shit and accolades, none of which Sendoh cared about. He couldn't give two shits if the pretty boy graduated third in his class or that he'd come from blue-collar working parents who also hadn't done anything outside the law.
"So, back to that event," Fukuda said, gaining Sendoh's full attention. "Rukawa was involved in a scandal with one of his teachers. Sexting, Face Timing, online sex sort of shit. But when the two truly crossed the line once Rukawa turned eighteen in his senior year, he claimed the guy forced him. One man's word against another, but the evidence of their past interactions got those charges dropped."
"Fuck." Sendoh scrubbed a hand down over his face, his gut instinct to feel sorry for the pretty boy. He'd seen plenty of he said/she said scenarios in the workplace, but no one of the situations had been cut and dry.
"The teacher still lost his job, obviously, but he wasn't found guilty of sexual harassment and assault like Rukawa and his parent's lawyers had pushed for."
Sendoh muttered another curse, wondering how badly the whole affair had fucked Rukawa up, but Sendoh wasn't done.
"The pretty boy hangs out in that new gay bar, Posh, looking for hookups every Friday night like clockwork. And knowing you're hoping to enjoy his ass...Posh is on Tokyo Street."
Shaking his head, Sendoh once more wondered how the fuck his friend found that kind of shit out in a matter of hours. He ought to be on the Japan PD. Too bad for them, Fukuda preferred the gray shade when it came to black and white, same as Sendoh.
"If I had to make a guess," Fukuda continued, "I'd say Rukawa has trust issues from that high school shit and is just as against finding a soulmate as you are. So, nutshell? If you get him in your bed, keep those feelings under lock and key like usual or you'll end up with a broken heart."
The message ended without an other word, and Sendoh went into Venmo to send him his finder's fee even though Fukuda hadn't asked him for it.
Posh. Friday night.
Sendoh glanced at his watch, deciding he could cut out of work early for a change.
He had a pretty boy to claim for a night of debauchery.
Rukawa Kaede had more or less stated he didn't cross lines, but his body obviously lusted to leap over one for Sendoh. And he wouldn't settle for anything less than hearing and seeing that bit of honesty spilling from Rukawa's lips.
Two hours later, Sendoh stepped into Posh's dim interior, freshly showered. He'd traded in his Armani suit for designer jeans and a nice red button-down since Sendoh expected Rukawa liked the color to have worn it himself the day before.
Leather loungers snuggled into groupings, a few high tables closer to the bar along the back wall, and the place was almost filled to capacity. Music played overhead that offered the smaller dance floor some action, but not so loud that guys couldn't mingle.
Sendoh had anticipated a meat market, more...sexual energy, but the patrons weren't blowing each other in dark corners or groping one another in the open. Even the couples grinding on the floor weren't doing so indecently. The atmosphere was indeed posh, and he liked the vibe more than he'd thought he would.
Once at the bar, Sendoh ordered a vodka on the rocks, and turned, taking in the dozens of guys through the dim lights and those flashing over bodies moving to the beat of sensual music. Only a few people sat by themselves.
Rukawa wasn't one of them.
Sendoh had expected as such. The pretty boy was too damn pretty to miss out on a Friday night hook-up. He lounged at the other end of the bar with a ginger, a little too close, a little too intimate with one another. Face flushed, Rukawa angled toward him to converse, but their words got lost in the bar's din.
Sendoh sipped his drink, his stomach churning. Every muscle in his body tensed to head Rukawa's way, so he did.
Rukawa caught sight of him, his eyes widening with every stride Sendoh made to eat up the feet between them.
Ignoring the guy Rukawa had been talking to, Sendoh muscled between the two stools, his focus on those wide pale eyes that tightened his groin.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Rukawa's breath smelled like strawberries and vodka, his voice nothing more than a slurred squeak.
Sendoh leaned in and kissed his forehead, filling his lungs full of...yes, strawberries and vanilla.
"What was that for?" Rukawa's voice cracked.
Goddamn, Rukawa was cute as fuck when flustered, half-drunk and sounding like a pubescent kid.
"Staking my claim," Sendoh replied with a wink, all up in Rukawa's personal space.
He frowned up at Sendoh but didn't back away. "You don't have a claim," Rukawa hissed, but his swelled pupils stated he wished otherwise.
"Not yet." Sendoh turned to the man on his left, dissolving his smile and hardening his gaze. "You're in my seat."
The ginger got up without a word, taking his drink along with him, and didn't bother with a backward glance.
Sendoh settled onto the warm, vacated stool facing Rukawa, wanting to beat fists on his chest and declare victory. But he still had a major hill to climb before tumbling into bed with his prey.
"Quite rude," Rukawa muttered and finished off his martini, his Adam's apple bobbing. He flagged down the bartender while Sendoh studied him. His tongue wanted to taste the smooth, pale skin of his neck, and his teeth to sink into the throbbing pulse beneath.
Pink continued to stain Rukawa's cheeks, and his was hair styled perfectly usual. No tousled look like he'd already hooked up in the bar's bathroom. He wore a shirt and tie, and having learned about Rukawa's work ethic, Sendoh figured the pretty boy had probably come straight from the office.
"Grey Goose martini?" The bartender asked before Rukawa could order, and he nodded his agreement.
Rukawa ignored Sendoh until he held his drink in his shaking hand when he finally glanced his way. "He was a sure thing, thanks for ruining my night."
Once more, Sendoh leaned forward, his lips lifting in a smirk, lust simmering in his balls. "You don't have to go home alone tonight. I'm a sure thing."
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