Chapter 10

Kai and Voltaire flew with a private jet to Iwakuni, but due to the time difference of six hours it was already past midnight when they arrived. A nice sleek black BMW 745Li awaited them already at the Marine Corps Air Station where they had landed. After a thirty minutes' drive they entered the driveway to an old western style mansion that was in a secluded area northwestern the main city, in Iwakuniyama, a region with wooden mountains. The mansion belonged to Voltaire Hiwatari and was his main residence. The man who had driven them was also the butler, Jaroslaw Denton, a Russian with English roots. Kai guessed him to be about seventy years, but the old man seemed still very fit for his age.

"Jaroslaw will show you your room, Kai," Voltaire said to the teen, but it was also meant as an order for the butler who bowed obediently.

"Please, follow me …" Denton paused, not sure who this wild looking young guy was. They hadn't talked during the whole drive.

Curious about what Voltaire would say, Kai didn't say anything. He wondered if the old man trusted his butler enough to tell him the truth. A moment of silence passed and Denton repeated his request. 'Seems loyal and obedient,' Kai thought while walking behind the old man. They went up the stairs to the second floor until they stopped in front of a wooden door.

"This is your room for the time of your stay, Mr.," Denton said politely. "If you need anything, please, don't hesitate to call me. Mr. Hiwatari lives in the left wing on the first floor. We are now in the right wing on the second floor."

'I know,' Kai replied mentally, while he wondered what the butler wanted to tell him by pointing out that his soon-to-be grandfather had placed him as far away from himself as possible. Aloud he said, "Thank you."

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. How rude of me. Please, excuse this little misconduct. It's already late and … well. My name is Jaroslaw Denton and I'm the butler of the Hiwatari family. I'm pleased to meet you." The man bowed in typical Japanese manner.

"Kai," the dual-haired boy introduced himself shortly and walked inside his room. Before the butler had straightened himself Kai shut the door. He was sure that the man would have told him his whole life story if he let him.

The room was minimal furnished with a big wardrobe, a desk and a chair and a king-sized canopy bed which, Kai must admit, matched exactly his taste. He took of his shoes and threw himself on the comfortable mattress where he fell asleep immediately.

On the next day Kai decided to ask Voltaire for some money, which the old man gave him without any questions. He didn't really give him money, but one of his credit cards and the PIN to use it. Voltaire also told him that he had to work the whole day and if he needed anything he should ask Denton, who was preparing a guest room right now, where a boss of a bankrupt company would stay for the night. Voltaire Hiwatari would probably buy this company after negotiating with the current boss. And, if the negotiations took place in his mansion, he had some kind of home advantage.

Kai went to the city where he went shopping. Since he had left everything in Russia he bought all kinds of stuff, from clothes to books to makeup. He also went into a sports shop where he saw a beautiful silky looking scarf in the shop window. The seller told him that the scarf was made of a special reinforced silk that was very heavy. When Kai put it on, he was surprised; it was even heavier than he had expected. He decided to order one and the seller told him that he would take a week to make it. Since the scarf was custom-made Kai could decide which color, length and width he wanted. "A pure white one, five meters long and 50 centimeters wide, but only two meters in the middle should be made of this special heavy silk if possible, so the ends can fly in the wind," Kai said after a moment.

"Okay," the seller said a bit doubtfully. The exhibited scarf was only 150 centimeters long and 30 centimeters wide and weighted around 20 kilograms. So the scarf this young boy ordered would weight about 40 kilogram. "You sure?"

Kai didn't answer instead he gave the man his credit card. The total amount was one million yen, expensive for ordinary people, but he knew that for Voltaire Hiwatari this was only peanuts.

It was already past 7 p.m. when he got back. A white car parked before the front entrance that indicated that Voltaire's visitor had arrived. While walking up to his room, he saw nobody, but it didn't really surprise him. Beside Denton there were only two cooks and a cleaner working in the house. The cleaner had most likely left already and the cooks, if still here, would be in the kitchen. Denton was the only servant that lived in the mansion.

In his room Kai started to pack out his purchases. The books he put on the desk and the clothes into the wardrobe. After that, he went into the bathroom. It wasn't really big, but bigger than the usual Japanese bathrooms. A shower, a bathtub, a toilette, a sink, a cupboard and enough space to move was all he needed.

In a drugstore he had bought black hair color to dye his hair back to its original color. He also took out his contact lenses and put the clothes, Voltaire gave him in Moscow, into the laundry bin. During the application time of the hair color, he shaved. After thirty minutes, he took a shower to wash away the remaining color and the dirt from the day.

He closed his eyes under the spurt of hot water and for the first time of this day he allowed himself to think about a certain redhead, but his thoughts were gruffly interrupted by a sound coming from his room. He listened carefully for a moment, but due to the running shower he wasn't sure if he had heard anything at all, although his hearing was better than the one of normal people since a not heard sound could mean death in his line of work.

He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to wipe himself dry. Lazily he slung the towel around his waist. He opened the door to his bedroom silently and wasn't really surprised when he found a man standing in front of his desk and examining the books he had left there earlier. The man didn't notice him immediately, so Kai took the time to size him up. He was tall, around 1,90 meters, muscular and broad-shouldered. He wore a black suit and was bald; the boss of the bankrupt company who Voltaire had invited to stay overnight.

Kai closed the bathroom door audibly without taking his eyes from the intruder who turned around at the sound.

"Um …" The man, clearly a foreigner, cleared his throat, but paused when he saw the almost naked figure standing in front of him. The towel that was loosely slung around his waist threatened to fall down every moment.

"What do you want?" Kai asked not making any move towards the man.

"I …" The man couldn't take his eyes from the towel. Kai made a little gesture and the towel fell to the floor. His opponent swallowed loudly and took a step forward.

Now Kai moved as well. He walked up to the man, grinning mischievously, and stopped only when their bodies touched. The man's breathing sped up; he finally looked into the crimson eyes. "Who are you?" he managed to say after another brief moment.

"If I'm not mistaken you are the intruder so I'm the one to ask the questions, right? And the question was: What do you want?" Kai pressed his lower body against the man.

"I took a look at the mansion, Mr. Hiwatari allowed me to, and I found this door unlocked, so …"

"I didn't ask why you ended up in this room," Kai interrupted the man in his speech. "I don't care if he sent you here or if it is pure coincidence, I asked what you want. And don't dare to lie to me," he added.

For a little while both remained silent, looking into each other's eyes, searching for something in there. Eventually, the man broke the silence and murmured in a low voice: "Pardon my intrusion. I'll leave right away."

Kai sighed audible. "Can't you just say fuck it … pardon, me?" The teenager sounded genuine frustrated. The man stopped on his way to the door.

"What?"

Kai sighed again. "I want to have sex with you. Is this so odd?"

"Well… yes. I'll better leave now." The man added but despite his words he didn't move. He looked at the flustered teen. "I …" He stepped closer. Kai averted his gaze while stroking his half-aroused cock lightly. The man watched him curiously and finally reached out to squeeze the boy's balls tightly. A soft moan encouraged him to let his hand wander up to the teen's dick, replacing Kai's hand with his own, he began to pump slowly. "What's your name, my sweet?" He breathed the question more than saying it.

"Kai. And yours?" Kai managed to whisper. He was breathing faster now. After about one month of sexual abstinence, he was eager for every touch of this man who was admittedly very skilled with his hand.

"Terence P. Cole." He stopped his movements which earned him a disapproving look of Kai. "You're damn sexy, you know. I want to fuck you like one of those cheap sluts who are standing on the streetwalkers' district." The man was surprised at his own harsh words coming from his lips.

"Terence. I can't remember ever fucking a Terence," Kai replied sounding promising.

"I won't disappoint you," Terence murmured fierily and grabbed Kai's ass to press him firmly against his growing erection. Another moan escaped Kai's lips that were immediately sealed in a demanding kiss. The man was not only talented with his hand, but also with his tongue. After they broke apart, Terence ordered the younger to lie on the bed while he undressed himself completely within seconds.

Kai let out a wolf whistle when eyeing the man's cock. Although only half erected it was already huge. He licked his lips in anticipation which didn't go unnoticed by Terence. "You like what you see, my sweet." It wasn't a question; it was a statement, so Kai didn't feel the need to answer.

With his index finger Kai indicated Terence to come closer, so the man lied down on his back next to Kai on the king-sized bed. Kai decided that a hand job should be enough to turbocharge the man. He made himself comfortable on the man's stomach and started to give him the same treatment he had received earlier. Soon the hot flesh in his grip hardened more and more and demanding gasps filled the room.

"You're hard now," Kai said after a while, all emotions perfectly absent from his voice. Terence, who was surprised by the emotionless tone, looked up into the crimson eyes. It was the first time that Kai noticed that he had blue eyes, almost the same color as the redhead. But right now, he didn't want to think about Yuriy or Tala, the name he used now; right now, the only thing he wanted was to feel.

"You don't talk much," Terence stated.

"There are situations to talk and sex isn't one of them. At least not in my opinion," Kai explained.

Terence grinned in response and remained silent. Kai was right; sex wasn't a situation to talk about anything and everything. With a swift movement he switched their position, so that the younger was now lying on his back. Wordlessly he put one leg over his shoulder and spread the other. To steady himself he placed one hand on Kai's hip, the other remained on the spread leg. He positioned his cock and with a strong push it slid in. Kai tensed briefly during the penetration, that's why Terence tried to calm him, "Relax, my sweet, or it will hurt."

"I know," Kai breathed out, but relaxed a bit, "hell, you're huge."

Instead of pushing in deeper, Terence pulled back out, pushing in a second time with even more force. This time it went in to the hilt and Kai had to bite on his lip to prevent any scream-like sound escaping his mouth. Terence was nice enough to wait a moment until he had adjusted to the cock inside him, before he started to pull out and push back in at a steady pace.

"You're damn tight," Terence said between loud gasps and picked up the speed. The room, filled with moans and the sound of bare flesh hitting bare flesh, heated up progressively. Neither of the two figures on the bed spoke, being totally engrossed in their pleasure. So, it wasn't really surprising when they didn't hear that someone opened the door and was watching them with a stern look on his face. Kai sensed the presence of a third person and turned his head to look at the door where an almost disgusted Voltaire stood. The old man shook his head in a way of disbelief, before he closed the door as silently as he had opened it. Kai turned his attention back to the man on top of him.

On the next morning a sullen looking Terence entered the dining room where he would have breakfast with Voltaire Hiwatari. The head of Hiwatari Enterprises liked to sleep over momentous decisions, which is why he had offered his business partner to stay overnight in the first place. During breakfast Voltaire wanted to pronounce his decision.

The old man was already sitting at the table, drinking coffee, and was giving orders to his butler, who bowed slightly in his direction when he noticed the man. Voltaire pointed to the chair to his left; he himself had taken the place at the head end. After Terence sat down, the butler vanished to bring in the food and more to drink. Two minutes later they were alone, but Voltaire didn't make any attempt to start a conversation, so Terence was the first to talk.

"The coffee is really good. Exactly what I need now," he said in a small talk like manner. "What beans …"

"Mr. Cole," Voltaire interrupted the man sharply, "I made my decision, but if you don't stop talking like that, I might have a change of heart."

"Does this mean you'll buy my company and I can remain being the boss, Mr. Hiwatari?" Terence asked a bit incredulously.

"Yes. There will be some changes, but you will be the general manager," Voltaire stated.

"Thank you, Mr. Hiwatari. Now all the workers can keep their jobs. This is splendid."

"Don't thank me, thank my grandson."

"Your grandson? But I don't … oh." The realization hit Terence like a straight blow. "The boy, he's your grandson." He paused for a brief moment, thinking frantically. "But how … Did he tell you, Mr. Hiwatari?"

"That doesn't matter. Kai wants to keep you, that's all." The tone of Voltaire's voice made clear that the topic was finished and that he didn't wish to discuss it more.

One hour earlier Kai had started his day by crawling out of his bed. His ass hurt from the fucking last night. After Voltaire's little 'visit' they had changed position three or four times, of course Kai remained being the bottom, but they didn't perform any contortions, so it was merely plain sex. At some time Terence had left and he had fallen asleep.

Still his ass hurt, even now that he stood in front of his soon-to-be grandfather in his office. Voltaire was furious, Kai could see it in his eyes, but he must admit that the man had a very good self-control.

"Did you have fun fucking one of my business partners?" Voltaire asked mockingly.

"Yes, Sir. It was a pleasure," Kai replied in the same mocking tone.

"To hell with you! I didn't bring you here to fuck around. And what's with these clothes and why do you have black hair? Kai, we have an agreement."

"I know, Sir, but I can't recall having promised to live abstinent and only walk around in the clothes you gave me." The mocking tone in Kai's voice was gone, he was serious.

"And what's with beyblading? Did you ever look at Dranzer since you came here? You should be training, not playing around!" Now the anger in Voltaire's voice was audible. Kai didn't want to have an argument with the old man, so he contained himself and gave in, at least a little.

"Why don't we make a deal? I will start training and in return I can fuck whom I want."

Voltaire thought about it for a moment and eventually he agreed. "But two hours a day, minimum."

"Only two hours of sex daily! I won't survive this for long."

"Training!" Voltaire almost shouted. "And sex doesn't count as physical training," he added.

"Okay, then I will train on one day of the week for 14 hours. That should do it." Kai smiled innocently at Voltaire who only shook his head, but didn't say anymore. After a brief moment Kai's smile vanished and he became serious again. "Will you buy the company of that man?"

"Hm. Why do you care?" Voltaire asked back.

"Because I like him, he has a big cock and knows how to make someone happy with it. So buy the company and keep him as general manager and who knows, maybe I will be a bit more obedient." The mischievous smile was back in Kai's face.

"Okay. I wanted to buy it anyway and if you want Mr. Cole will remain as boss. But now get out and leave me alone, I have to do some paperwork before I talk to the man during breakfast."

Two days later Voltaire wanted to see Kai again, so he ordered him into his office. This time the man seemed to be in a good mood. "My agent contacted me this morning and told me that everything went well," Voltaire said without explaining what he was talking about. Kai knew it anyway. "After my agent explained the situation to him, he agreed immediately. To him it's just an easy way to cut all ties with the company once and for all." Voltaire paused for a moment and fetched something out of a drawer under his big desk. "This is your new passport, a credit card and everything else a normal man has." Voltaire stressed the word normal as if Kai wasn't a human being until now.

"Thanks … There's one thing I want to know," Kai said vaguely. "What am I supposed to call you? Grandfather, grandpa or gramps?" The last word was spoken in a sarcastic tone.

Voltaire wasn't in a playful mood and deadpanned, "Just mister or sir and if absolutely inevitable grandfather." With that Kai was dismissed.

Now that the adoption was officially settled, Voltaire had to take certain actions to prevent any unnecessary information to spread. Kai had stated his dislike towards the plan of informing the media about him being the new heir of Hiwatari Enterprises, but after the old man witnessed the fling between Kai and Mr. Cole, he changed the plans. It wouldn't hurt the teenager to become a figure of public interest, he thought, and hoped that the attention would contain some of the younger's flirty actions. He better not thought about what happened if the media found out about Kai's sex drive.

On the next day an official statement was announced and soon was the number one news in many parts of the world. In Moscow a furious Boris was standing in front of his television and literally foaming with rage. "How can he choose somebody as him as his successor," he almost screamed out. Although the boy that was looking at him from the screen had almost no similarities with the Kai he knew, he was dead certain that it was him. The black hair and crimson eyes couldn't fool him and in the back of his mind a soft voice whispered that he had seen this boy already somewhere else.