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Katou came home to the house quiet again, this time he was not surprised but went immediately to the bedroom hoping to find Iwaki there. When he did not, he felt panic set in with a dose of adrenaline; everything collapsed. “Iwaki?!” he ran wildly through the house trying to find him, but only silence greeted. “Kyousuke?!!” His tone was serious but felt like his throat was getting raspier just speaking that name and hearing nothing.

This had happened once before and it had felt like he was going through purgatory at the sixth level of hell for two months. He’d never wanted that to take place again. Where was he?

He noticed things as he swept through the house crazily and then stopped. He could hear the blood pumping in his chest at an alarming rate. His things were gone. Everything was gone and cleaned out. He screamed something that echoed off the walls and fell on deaf ears. The scream was for Iwaki to come back to him, to wake him up from this eternal nightmare that was eating away at the cracks of his soul.


One week. That was all it took for Katou to completely loose his mind. He’d been trying to call Shimizu over and over to get through to Iwaki but when he made contact, they just ignored him and hung up the phone. His appearance was disheveled. He’d hadn’t bathed or gone to work and now his beard was starting to grow out. Unruly whisks of golden hair fell into his eyes as he fingered the phone, dialed the number that was now hardwired into his brain.

Shimizu answered again. “Hello?”

“I want to speak to him.” Katou gritted his teeth impatiently. I can’t take this anymore.

“Iwaki-san has no desire to speak to you from here on out.” He rubbed his eyes that had turned red, sunken and hollow from lack of sleep.

“You tell him,” he paused, “If he does not answer this phone, I swear to god, I will not let him live this down. Tell him to at least explain to me what I’ve done wrong, because Im at a loss at to what it is.” There was a long pause on the line, and the last voice that he expected to hear pumped relief into his heart.

“I have nothing to say to you except, if you do not know what you’ve done wrong. There is no way we can be together again.” Iwaki sounded deadpan, shocking Katou over the phone.

“Iwaki--!” The line went dead. Katou flung it against the wall and it hit an expensive glass vase shattering it. He needed a detective to find them.

Kyousuke was making out no better than Yoji. He missed the one body that kept him warm at nights, the one person who evoked meaning in his life. He was a bit flustered and depressed to say the least.

“Shimizu, was what I did wrong? To just leave him like that?” His eyes pooled with tears when he thought about it again. Perhaps I’d overreacted.

“Did you have proof that Katou was cheating on you?” Leaning against the wall, she rest down the notepad she was holding and sighed.

“I saw him kissing another man!” Her eyes were assessing him.

“And you’re sure it was him?” Iwaki shrugged. I would never know I guess, since I’ve already pushed him too far away. It’s been three weeks and he’d constantly changing hotels, with Shimizu being the only one who knew about his whereabouts. Everything was kept a secret from Katou. He did not want to see him now. It would damage the wall that he’d built up to protect himself.


Katou was rushing through the lobby at breakneck speed, sliding into the elevator with an elderly couple. He needed to get up there fast before it was too late. He pressed the button ceaselessly as if silently hoping that it would make the elevator move faster.

Iwaki stood in the shower, the steam caressing every layer of his skin which carried the appearance of being well toned and smooth. It made him feel very much relaxed. The pain had starting to ease and he was letting go of his feelings for Katou, bit by bit each day. He let the rivulets drive through his hair and cleanse the dirt out of his life. It sped down toward the drain, gurgling softly. Yet somehow it felt as if he was lying to himself, washing away his happiness. I would never admit that of course.

He stepped out, the mat soft under his feet, grabbing something to towel off himself. Shimizu had left to do some shopping for him and had alerted the bodyguards to keep an eye out for Katou. At this stage, who knew what lengths he would go to see him.

Katou raced out and down the hall. I’m almost there dammit!

Iwaki went into the bedroom with the towel still wrapped around his waist, droplets of water falling into his eyes. He searched in the bedroom for a shirt when he heard a loud rap on the door.

“Who’s there?” He stood behind it, his heart speeding up, hoping and half hoping he knew who it was.

“There’s someone here to see you sir.” The guard was blunt.

“Is it a man or woman?”

“Female.” Iwaki pulled it open. “Come in Shimizu.” She came through looking pissed off a bit before turning to the guard. “You seem to have forgotten that I’m your boss!”

“You just looked different. I’m really sorry.” Iwaki was stunned. She did indeed look unrecognizable. Her hair was tousled and free flowing down her back and her glasses was gone. Wearing contacts probably.

“Did you see anyone?”

“No, the hall was clear before I came in.” Not two minutes after a loud thud sounded outside the door. “Cole?” Shimizu questioned and Iwaki motioned for her to stay quiet. No answer. He slowly approached the door opening it cautiously, before he was thrown back from the impact of somebody bursting through it themselves.

Before them stood someone who looked more to the likes of a beast than a man. Just by the expression that Katou wore, Iwaki knew he was livid. Things are not going to turn out well.

He quickly composed himself and got up off the carpeted floor, or rather Katou helped him up with a firm hand on his biceps.

“Katou-san...” Shimizu was a bit shocked, at a lost for words.

“ GET OUT! ” Scampering, she shut the door behind her. She knew way better than to get between someone else’s relationship problems. Something inside her was a bit satisfied that Katou came to when she’d called him. Finally this dilemma was going to work out. She really hated seeing them at a war for words and shredded apart, hurting each other more with just a misunderstanding.

“You have no right to--!” Iwaki stuttered.

“Don’t you DARE tell me what I have no right to! You just up and left OUR home with no explanation and just expect me to take that? For you to go and fuck whoever you want?” Katou dragged him to the bedroom and threw him on the bed.

“I may be married to you Katou but that does NOT mean that I have a leash around my neck to be your lapdog all the time. SO STOP DICTATING TO ME YOUR BULLSHIT! ”

Katou eyes narrowed to slits, seething about what to do. He ransacked the drawers looking for something that he found instantly. Drawing it out he saw Iwaki’s eyes go wide with fear.

‘What are you going to do with that?” He tried to rush out of the room, but Katou was faster, he slammed the door hard and locked it in place. Iwaki drew back, almost as if he was looking for a way of escape.

“Come here.”

“No.” Katou drew out the cloth in front of him and tightened it. He rushed Iwaki and latching his wrists together with the tie behind his back, he drew him close. Iwaki struggled but could not break free.

“Katou!” The cloths cut off the blood supply to his wrists, transforming them to white.

“Iwaki-san, I’m sorry.” He pushed him facedown into the pillow and ripped off the towel.

“Kat..ou..” Iwaki was sobbing into the sheets and Katou froze midway. His face was contorted in pain and regret when he reviewed what he’d almost done to the only person he truly cared about.

He wrapped the sheet blue sheets around him and brought him near. Iwaki didn’t cuddle into Katou’s chest as he usually would but just lay there, stiff.

“Please explain to me why you left.” Iwaki was silent.

“I saw you…with another man.” Katou reeled in surprise. This is a joke right?

“That has got to be a mistake Iwaki-san, I would never...” Iwaki cut him off.

“I saw you while I was driving, in the restaurant window kissing him, so don’t try to lie.”

“When was that?” Katou’s brow furrowed.

“The night you left the message with Shimizu and never called back later.”

“Iwaki-san, that was not me.” Katou held his chin, forcing him to look into his eyes.

“Stop lying! I SAW YOU! ”

“No,” Katou shook his head, “It wasn’t me because I wasn’t in Japan at the time. I was in a meeting in New York. I told Shimizu to tell you that I would call later, but we kept getting weak signals in the phone lines. Eventually there was a power outage and I couldn’t get back.”

Iwaki was peering at him in disbelief. How could I have been so stupid?

“If you want, you can have Shimizu check the hotel reservations yourself.” Katou heaved a sigh, getting up to leave.

“Wait,” Iwaki stopped him and held him there, crying into his chest, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I caused you all that pain and overreacted. So please don’t hate me.” His turned his face away out of shame.

“Iwaki-san, if it’s one thing I could never do is hate you,” His eyes were steely, “I may resent you at some points, but I could never bring myself to built hate for you.” He really held him this time, and seeped a soft kiss unto his forehead. He pulled them both unto the bed and lay there with each other.

Kyousuke’s hands curled around him and he was happy that through the stupid things he did sometimes, Katou was always there, and had the patience to forgive him.

Yoji slid his hands through that silky black hair and drew circles on his lovers’ back, staring off into space. He was just glad to have him again. Suddenly, Iwaki drew up and positioning himself on his comfort zone, sitting on Katou’s thighs.

“Make love to me.” Katou found he was lost in those blacks orbs as they pleaded with him, he had to give in. Already he felt himself getting hard as Iwaki sat, pressing hard against his cock. This time he was going to make it special.

Katou rested his hands above Iwaki’s hip-bone, tantalizing his fingers on the skin. Iwaki could feel his hairs standing on end, rippling excitement up his back. Katou was playing a game. The devilish bastard knew how to push his buttons of pleasure and Iwaki always found he was weak to temptation every time. Katou felt a part of him pulsate; it gave him something more to live for.

The blond pulled him close and began a tug of war with his lips, which soon became swollen and red. Their teeth clashed but the ball of arousal churning at the pit of their stomachs drove them forward.

“Iwaki.” Katou pushed him down again, this time hoisting his legs on his shoulder and lapped his tongue over that sensitive spot, twirled it along that twitching hole. Iwaki felt himself shudder and buck, his cock reacting

“Uhhh.” He moaned low in his throat, which felt like it was closing up.

Katou used his mouth as a brush on that wet hole, getting him ready. Iwaki was doing his best to keep his cries at bay, but Katou drew up, looking him in the eye and said, “Iwaki-san, I want to hear your voice. Say my name.”

Having enraptured his attention, without warning he slammed hard, driving his cock to the hilt. Iwaki felt himself stretch beyond measure before, the pain searing up his spine.

Then the rhythm was found and they drove each other to the brink of release, Iwaki’s essence spilling over the sheets where he then settled down, his face resting on Katou’s chest.

“Please, don’t make me worry like that again.” But Iwaki couldn’t hear him, for he’d already fallen asleep. With a satisfied sigh, Katou smiled and pulled his lover closer to him, allowing his senses to drown out as his eyes closed.

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