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[chibitanz]

“Good news. Uchi Hiroki fell into my trap. Come out and we’ll talk about it.” Akihiko spoke to the phone where the other end was his anxious client. He took a place in the noodles stall he often frequented and waited for Kazuya’s arrival, before hollering to the man for two bottles of beer.

“Jin?”

He turned to the call of his name.

Standing in front of his table was his ex-girlfriend he used to love a long time ago until he did the most shameless thing a lover could do. He scammed his girlfriend even and he quickly pretended not to hear when the girl called his name for a confirmation.

“Jin, don’t be like that.” The girl said and took a seat opposing his.

Jin wished for a hole to open up under him and swallow him whole right now. He never wanted to see the faces of the people he scammed before and not his ex-girlfriend even. Seeing how persistent the girl was, he decided to keep his bad boy façade.

“Be like what? So how is your life, Meisa?” Jin leaned back on his chair with a cool face.

The girl smiled a sincere smile and that made Jin felt angry all of a sudden. “I’m doing fine, Jin. What about you?”

Jin shrugged. “Fine, as usual.”

Meisa leaned forward, her voice was softer than it already was. “Are you still scamming money from people?”

Jin didn’t reply.

She sat back properly, still keeping the sweet smile on her face. “Don’t scam money anymore. Be a real man already.”

Jin still kept his mouth shut.

“Oh, I’m going to Singapore soon. I decided to stay over there with my sister and her little baby.”

That took Jin by surprise. “Singapore? Why would you go that far? What about your job here?”

Meisa shook her head. “I’m quitting.”

“Won’t you feel heavy-hearted to leave? I mean, this is where you have always lived.” Jin said.

Meisa looks at him with curious eyes. “Do you have someone important to you, Jin?” She asked, totally ignoring Jin’s question.

Jin fell silent again. He didn’t know why he couldn’t answer a simple No when he thought he doesn’t have any but there was this stinging pull on the back of his mind that cuts his voice. At that particular second, he thought of Kazuya.

“You do, don’t you?” Meisa asked again when Jin was struggling with his own thoughts.

“If you do, Jin, please cherish her. She may be the last person that pours her trust in you. Don’t hurt her like you did to anyone else, Jin.” She smiled.

Jin wanted to correct the smart-ass girl that it wasn’t any ‘she’ but a ‘he’ but he was too drowned in the sinking words that lingers in his mind.

Meisa smiled for the last time before she stood up. “It was nice meeting you again, Jin. I’ve forgotten of the things at the past and you should, too. Take care of yourself.”

No longer than ten minutes after she left, Kazuya came alone with heavy pants at each breath he took. He sat down and watches in wonder as Jin silently gulps down a large glass of beer.

Soon, Kazuya was witnessing the slowly draining Jin after sixteen glasses. “Another!” Jin yells as he raised his empty glass, swinging it sideways dangerously.

Kazuya took the glass and pulled the hand down. “That’s enough, Kurosawa-san.”

“Ah?” Jin frowns and he sat up straight suddenly. “Who’s Kurosawa? My name is Jin! Akanishi Jin!” He hollered frustratingly.

“Okay, whatever your name is but you can’t have another glass.” Kazuya coaxed.

“Okay. Boss~ here,” Jin shoved his gold credit card towards the man behind the counter to which the latter took without any changes rather than a bored one on his face.

Kazuya grabbed with all of his effort the heavier man in his arms into the apartment he never thought would have lesser space than his own.

“You’re home already, come on.” Kazuya lowered Jin onto the couch and went with his own idea to get a hot, wet towel.

He sat down next to Jin who had his eyes closed and he daubed the towel over Jin’s clammy forehead, which proved to be a difficult task as the latter kept tossing his head.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Jin asked softly at first, and then his voice raised a pitch when Kazuya didn’t answer him. “Why are you treating me so gentle?”

Kazuya winced from the loud voice but he couldn’t continue what he was doing either when Jin trapped his both wrists together in a strong grip.

“I’m a conman. I lie to people! Why do you trust me so much? What did I do to deserve to be treated so nice like this? And from you of all people?!” He screamed close to Kazuya’s face.

Kazuya looked away from the piercing eyes under the dim lights. “I trust you won’t lie to me.” He didn’t understand why Jin would refer to him as someone of all people. He didn’t understand at all.

Jin scoffed and he leaned closer over Kazuya again until they could feel their own breath and the breath coming from Jin, Kazuya could almost swear they felt like fire.

“I’m a conman,” Jin repeated, “If I don’t con your money then how am I to continue living?”

Kazuya didn’t want to believe the things coming from Jin’s mouth, especially not when he knew Jin was in the state where he was most honest.

Then he realized that Jin was actually crying, “She came to me and told me not to do scams anymore. Who the fuck does she think she is?! I tricked her and she was my girlfriend. How could I have done such a horrid thing? What kind of man am I, running away with his entire girlfriend’s savings?

“She told me I should forget about the things happened at the past? What the hell is she saying? She almost committed suicide because of what I did! How the hell can anyone forget things like that easily?”

Kazuya felt burdened when he looks at the quivering man holding on to his shoulders for support. He didn’t know what to say and he was afraid to say what he wanted to say.

With shaking fingers, he put his hand over Jin’s back, rubbing the sweaty cotton shirt. “It’s fine. At least you know to feel guilty right now and it shows that you actually have the last drop of humanity left in you. It’s a progress to feel humane over the things you did. Please don’t be like this.”

Jin’s tears quickly subsided and he looked up at Kazuya again, this time with clear black eyes that requests to be rendered affection. He arched forward and crushed their lips together in a wet, messy kiss.

Kazuya shyly opened his mouth for the eager tongue to thrusts into his warm moisture. His arms reluctantly wrapped around Jin’s neck and their kiss became more vehement.

Jin was sucking the life out of him with his excited sleek muscle, drinking his saliva at every second their kiss prolonged. He moans unwillingly when Jin bit his lower lip softly and harshly alternately that it drives his crazy to cope.

“Ku - Kurosawa...” Kazuya moaned another time when Jin slipped a hand into his loose t-shirt, his warm skin invaded by a vaguely rough palm and the hand didn’t only just stayed but as eager as the kisser itself, Kazuya was feeling his body getting heated at each touch.

Blindly, the hand reached for one of his nubs, they broke the kiss and Kazuya caught Jin’s eyes who showed not even the slightest remorse or averse as to what they were about to do. The still indifference if not the dropped eyelids from Jin would have scared Kazuya.

Jin stole another kiss from the still panting Kazuya, he didn’t want this to stop and he knew with all the patience he had in his mind he should give the latter some time to comprehend the sudden turn of events but right there in the back of his mind where the meaner side of his inner voice lives told him that he should continue as the prize was right in front of his eyes already.

Taking another chance when Kazuya still hasn’t responded from the short peck, Jin’s sneaky hand groped Kazuya’s chest and as Kazuya gasped at the humiliating touch, he slipped his tongue into Kazuya’s mouth again for the second time.

Gradually with deliberate hesitation he could feel the shy being respond to his little tongue game. He smirked when he felt the shorter tongue took several laps on his own and silently he hoped the latter knew how much he was getting turned on.

At the same time, he wanted this to last longer than he did with anyone else. Perhaps because it was the first time he was doing it with a guy like Kazuya but he was absolute what it was that Jin felt for him. As much as he knew it was the frightening revelation to be called love, Jin didn’t want to admit that it was, at least not to Kazuya yet.

His hands stopped at Kazuya’s flat chest, the latter’s rapid breathing he could feel right under his palm or palms now that another hand had followed. Jin used his thumbs on the nipples, rubbing the little nubs until he could feel them standing as Kazuya suppressed moans pursed against his lips.

The fabric didn’t give him much freedom for his itching hands thus he pulled them out to lift the shirt and off Kazuya’s head before continuing to explore.

Jin pulled Kazuya by the nape to lick Kazuya’s lips again. He smiled at the flushed face then proceeded to mark his bit on the exposed skin that he swore was seducing him intentionally. “Ah -“ Kazuya shut his eyes at the sensation when Jin’s teeth sank mercilessly into the side of his neck, despite the sting he felt, the pleasure was overwhelming nevertheless when Jin soothed the abused skin with his tongue afterwards.

Jin left a few more kisses on Kazuya’s neck and went lower, taking the left nub in his mouth. He couldn’t hide his snicker when Kazuya’s hands flew into his hair, the other was so sensitive that Jin anticipated even more for what he had in mind.

Kazuya was close to screaming when Jin abruptly hastened his tongue play and when Jin exerted pressure with his teeth as his hands only continued groping aimlessly, Kazuya thought he could come from the pleasure alone.

“Kazuya…” Jin spoke when he straightened up to stare back into the eyes he didn’t know how difficult Kazuya struggled to kept open. Kazuya only remembered his hands were still tangled into Jin’s hair when the latter gently took one of them and kissed lightly on the tips.

“My name is Jin. Akanishi Jin.”

Honestly, Kazuya had was clueless entirely as to how he ought to react in the current scenario right after he had gotten his chest licked thoroughly and his nipples besides his manhood down there erected and Jin was pulling an expression he had yet seen. But then again, he never really knew the man well with a point that the man himself was a conman.

He slapped himself mentally that all these could be another lie.

“Are you lying to me again?” Kazuya wondered aloud but he didn’t even feel the urge to stop himself.

As if he had expected this to come from Kazuya, Jin only shook his head when asked but he didn’t pretend that he was hurt to hear it. He couldn’t fathom the reason he should be hurt, even.

Kazuya managed to surprise Jin for the first time when his unhurried hand landed on Jin’s shirt and the timid fingers protruded the buttons from their holes until Jin’s chest was visible from a few inches of gap line. He pushed his hand inside while the other hand still under Jin’s clutch, his free hand touching the hard plane, sliding up to his left shoulder and effortlessly pushed the white fabric off then the right shoulder followed.

“You did this before, haven’t you? I’m pretty sure you did…” Jin whispered softly, sending the hair all over his body stand at their ends.

Kazuya stopped his hands, sitting still with a blank mind. He did of course with Ryo but he remembered each time to be his ex-boyfriend’s start and Kazuya himself had never given any hint even if he wanted to he couldn’t because he would only prefer Ryo to be doing everything. This was the first time ever and with a stranger that is that he took the first gesture.

Jin kissed his cheek and he was pulled from his trance, contemplating on the task at hand. “With Nishikido, right?” Jin asked again and Kazuya thought that question was unnecessary as it ticked a nerve in him. His body went rigid, he was sure Jin felt it too.

“I’m sorry,” Jin hurried to leave a few more kisses on Kazuya’s face again. “I’m sorry, that was thoughtless of me.”

Kazuya felt his weakness rising among his needs, the longing for his tears to overflow was strong. Instinctively he threw his arms around Jin, pulling the latter closer to him as Kazuya muffled his tears into Jin’s bare shoulder. His face was then pulled up to face the careful one of Jin, looking at him with concerned eyes and closer their face then inches until their noses touch.

“It’s okay to cry for the one you loved. If you don’t anymore, think only of me right now. I want you to see only me.” Jin said, holding Kazuya’s face against his.

Under the aphotic light of the silent room where soft, indistinct sounds of their breathing were heard, Kazuya eventually nodded. “I won’t lie to you.” There wasn’t a second thought to believing those words as they came with the ominous yet explicitly earnest voice.

There were too many loopholes to those sweet words particularly when spoken out of a liar’s mouth and yet Kazuya finds himself falling harder and deeper, wanting to be fed over and over with those easy words. Well, he knew he was easy and realizing it all too late when his lips were met again with Jin’s and for the countless times, the latter wasn’t about to take a break until both their needs are satiated.

Their tongues overlapped each others, their needs flourished at each time they tasted one another. The feelings were growing so strong, so real that they could likely taste it lingering at their skin and nerves even, consuming so much of them.

Prominent was whatever they were having and advancing from kissing, Jin placed both Kazuya’s back on his body and around his neck with smirking idea that the latter would need it for support.

Jin went back to attaching his mouth back to Kazuya’s while his ardent fingers undo the button of their pants together. Kazuya couldn’t get enough of the kiss and at occasional moments where Jin had to break apart for air, he would keep their lips close and when he thought Jin had enough air in his lungs back, he would charge impatiently on the other’s lips.

Jin liked the fact that Kazuya couldn’t get enough of him as much as the he couldn’t of the latter himself and enjoyed their kisses further when Kazuya would slant his face to suck his mouth dry.

Kazuya felt himself pushed back on the couch and his insecurities fade as soon as they appear when Jin hovered menacingly above him, Jin’s silhouette hiding the light above their heads. His hand over Jin’s neck was slowly slipping and they did as Jin physically carried on to remove themselves off the remaining piece of clothing.

In the state of nude they both were left in on the limited space of the couch, both remained unmoving but orbs still burning holes against each other.

“I want to give it to you, Kazuya,” It was obviously not a question nor a demand, not from the tone of voice coming from him. It was an affirmation of what he was about to do and voicing it was his doubt that perhaps Kazuya would grant him rejection. But to think that Kazuya would have objected, was silly because they both knew no one in their sane mentality would deny sex when they were already stripped to their stark skin and their manhood were unstably pulling their sensory receptors by the seconds they were wasting.

Kazuya propped himself up on his elbows, his lips met with Jin’s for a silent acknowledgement.

Getting the more than just a hint he needed, Jin inserted his index finger into Kazuya’s sacred body possession. He heard groans coming from the boy beneath him and realizes it was a long time ago that the latter had been made love to. Jin leaned forward and opened his mouth for the other’s tongue to slip in as his middle finger sneaked into the tight hole the same time Kazuya stuck out his tongue.

“Ahh - ah…” Kazuya haphazardly bit hard onto Jin’s lower lip, both let out a sound of pain into each other’s cavern. His mouth left Jin’s immediately after an apologizing peck. “I- I’m sorry.”

“More,” Kazuya said again, knowing there was no way entirely that two fingers could make for the preparation as he eyed embarrassedly at the hanging member in between Jin’s legs. The latter did as told and added another finger when the constant two pried opened the hole wider.

Kazuya looked paler than natural despite the living proof of his teeming eyes and the contrasting swollen red lips. He shut his eyes as tight as possible when the pain surged all over his body from the beginning of the intrusion and Jin found himself under pressure at his culpable self which was the cause of the hue of agony in Kazuya’s face.

Jin fell forward and captured Kazuya’s lip in another kiss, swallowing the latter’s groan when he inserted the fourth finger. His teeth anchored on the smooth lip as if his whole was depended on it and as his eyes opened slowly he could see glittering droplets of sweat were rolling down from Jin’s hair, wondering if he was sweating all the same too.

Decided enough of prying and giving his raging member a break from all the nasty throbbing and arising needs as they breathe, Jin’s fingers scratched and twisted together inside his tenacious walls before pulling out unsteadily.

Drenched wet in their own stinging sweat under the dim lighting of the room and the thick, suffocating atmosphere they stopped noticing those anymore and all that was panting in their minds and for real were the faces they were sketching of each other under the silence.

“I - I…” Jin couldn’t remember when he ever stuttered or thought necessary to warn someone before the penetration and sparing him from the perplexing situation Jin had gotten himself easily trapped in, Kazuya nodded with a gentle gaze, pursing his lips.

With all the invisible restraints reluctantly putting his lust-filled mind in control, Jin used all the strength in him as much as he could muster as to not pound hard into Kazuya without another thought of mercy and humanity into the welcoming warmth. ‘Fuck oh fuck’ Jin screamed in his head depicting the almost unbearable pull of nerves under the skin of his length.

Kazuya was eating him up.

Kazuya called his name, his voice as obscene evidence that was almost begging and Jin hasn’t done anything yet. Soon in his immobile state he could feel the tightness surrounding him starting to squeeze excitedly on his length and he realizes the boy under him was urging for him to move.

Cautiously as he did, he guided his member out from slippery wetness, his eyes never leaving Kazuya’s very own and he pushed in again. Following his movement a few times, gradually Kazuya’s eyes left his and fixed above the ceilings. “Are you… in pain?”

They both had a fair idea that the bottom will always have to endure unbearable pain in the first place but faking a smile at Jin’s concern, Kazuya shook his head, his eyes were looking everywhere but at Jin. “It’ll get better.” Jin said and Kazuya knew that damn well of course.

“Hey…” Kazuya was so absorbed into the dim bulb that he didn’t hear Jin the first time. “Hey, look at me.” Jin demanded with full eyes.

Kazuya heard his own heartbeat and it was downright insane in his opinion that it could beat so fast when Jin came to brush his lips with his own. Jin thrusts hard, making Kazuya opened his mouth to let out a moan and there was that opportunity that Jin hadn’t wasted time resisting where Jin shoved his tongue into Kazuya’s mouth.

“Unh… Harder,” Kazuya fought desperately to speak at the torturing pace Jin had set. Being a conman he had usually been, he had to admit in the back of his head that this was the first time ever that he had seen such pure, genuine face and he was terrified that this inconspicuous absolute in Kazuya will someday break his pretentious entity.

He’ll give Kazuya whatever he wants tonight and he swore himself for that at every hardened thrusts, Kazuya’s every sweet sounds of delight he swallowed through their kiss. Kazuya was so fragile, his naked body polished in sweat glistening under the light. Should time freezes, Kazuya would be a painting and one that Jin would jealously ripped the eyes off of any men who ogles with perverse thoughts.

Kazuya groaned and pulled his lips back, his head falling hastily over the cushion of the couch. “Th-There, right there. Don’t… stop,” He breathed beseechingly, his fingers scratching Jin’s shoulders and chest at the course of sensations rising drastically in him.

“Ah,” He realized he was moaning and suppressing them in didn’t help because he was aware only too late that he had been making sounds similar to Kazuya. Sounds he usually was able to hold in or unable to produce easily.

“Ah - ah, too much,” Jin mouthed unconsciously.

Kazuya’s head was forcibly pushed up when Jin repeatedly drown him into pool of bliss at the continuous slapping of his prostate. “I - Ah, no I - Jin,“ Kazuya groaned frustrated inwardly as he couldn’t form a single sentence to tell Jin he was dangerously on the edge already.

He needed a touch and just that touch to push him over and Jin did as he wished, his eyes fluttered open from their shutting in the intensity of bliss. Jin’s hand ghosted on his frantic cock that twitched deficiently when being handled attentively. The hand bigger than his rubbed his length as Jin kept the speed of his thrusts, Kazuya was quickly blinded by the overwhelming fulfillment from both sides of his insignificant self.

He felt valued.

Kazuya released his seeds onto his stomach, the thick liquid rolled down to his hip bone while Jin continued seeking for his own release that seemed to come just no longer after Kazuya himself. When he felt the inside of his hole warmed by a rush of Jin’s cum, Kazuya closed his eyes and rode into the waves together with Jin.

~*~

Putting on his white collared shirt, he watched the sleeping figure from the reflection of his mirror as his long fingers do the buttons of said shirt.

‘Come to the café at 4th street of Oxford. Let’s discuss the deal you offered. - Hiroki Uchi.’

“I assume you are ready for the deal I proposed, Uchi-san?” Jin fixed his tie nonchalantly as he made his way towards the empty seat opposing his victim, holding a heavy leather file consisting papers.

Uchi only smiled and shifted his weight on the leather couch provided by the café. “Why so formal? You should call me Hiroki, you know, addressing from the first name like one of the sneaky little tricks you would use from up your sleeves to scam your naïve preys…

“I see you are even ready with props, Swindler-san.”

Jin didn’t like the pair of diluted eyes watching him with a visible smirk. Even exposed, he remained on his seat and kept his cool. He had to admit, he hadn’t seen this coming.

“Fretting in that genius brain of yours now?” Uchi said again, taking a sip of his cup of hot coffee. “Bet you hadn’t expected that one of the girls you scammed was my cousin sister and worrying for my well-being when she saw you in my dessert shop, she told me everything.”

Uchi placed a finger on his chin, his face faking an expression of a person thinking. “Let’s see… well, there’s no doubt it’s that little rat who asked you to scam me?”

Jin stepped on his heels, preparing to leave.

“Wait, now,” Uchi stood up as well, grabbing Jin’s sleeved arm to stop the latter from leaving yet. Jin turned around with a harsh stare which was replied only with an unbothered smile. He yanked his arm from the hold in distaste.

“What do you want?” Jin sneered impatiently.

Uchi closed their distance dangerously, his mouth sliding along Jin’s definite cheekbones. The man had an awkwardly attractive scent and his face was so handsome that Uchi couldn’t help teasing a bit longer but he couldn’t, as he was pushed away rather harshly.

“I think we’re about headed the same road from here onwards. What do you say?” Jin stared at Uchi as if he was asked something dumb which, apparently the latter hadn’t thought so and only waited for his answer.

“You’re crazy.” Was all Jin thought he could come up with and tried leaving but halted once again at Uchi’s tempting proposal.

“I will pay you twice of what Kamenashi gave to you.” Uchi enunciated at every piece of word, proving that he meant what he said. “Kamenashi,” he scoffed, “I don’t really expect him to be able to pay you more than a few thousands tops, being the poor boy he is.”

“Shut up. Don’t say a word about Kazuya.” Jin snapped angrily.

His enraged growl managed to make most heads turned towards them but Uchi only smirked wider than ever. “Change the course of your actual plan; you are on my side now,” He threw a stack of money onto the coffee table.

“I’m not doing shit.” Jin spat without a glance at either Uchi or the money on the table.

“Sure, reject my offer and I’ll make Kamenashi’s life a living hell.” Uchi spoke simply, upon seeing the disturbed look on Jin’s face, he decided to add, “I know more than just a count of your fingers of people who could take on my wish.”

Jin darted furiously towards Uchi, pulling onto the latter’s shirt, his breath came out like fire as he stared menacingly into Uchi’s pair of silently terrified eyes. “If Kazuya ever loses a single hair, I will promise you more than just hell.”

“Then take on my request.”

Jin felt like throwing hard a fistful punch on Uchi’s thick face, the latter was undeniably a pain in the ass. “I’ll do it.” He spoke in a merely defeated whisper, then converted into one that emphasizes torture when he added, “In return, you do not go anywhere near Kazuya after the deal is done.”

Uchi smiled in victory when the annoyed Jin gave in to the seat again.

~*~

‘Please don’t feel sad again. You’re a good man and it wasn’t just me alone who knows this, I’m sure. I’ll come back again to bring you something that’ll make you feel happy again… or maybe not but anyway, just feel contented with it when you see it. -Kazuya.’

He read the piece of paper on the table of his apartment. Over and over again and yet he couldn’t see why he was in love with this gullible Kamenashi Kazuya. He felt a pang of hatred suddenly surged over him, there it was, the other side of him, one that he was most definitely used to, his other conscience giving him the thumbs down for his new behavior.

“A conman deserves no right to fall in love, because a conman is not even human.”

The words kept repeating in his mind and before his encounter with Kazuya, those words were the only thing that kept him surviving, made him live again. The paper was crumpled furiously in his hand as he hatefully let himself be poisoned by his conscience again.

“Kamenashi Kazuya,” he spat, “Who do you think you are, ruining my life like this. You are only a weak human, one that doesn’t have to be mattered more than the hungry children in Africa who I’d rather put my nose in.”

Jin angrily threw the crumpled heap across the room. His breathing rose abnormally and he felt his head throbbing painfully as if being struck by millions of invisible needles as he fell onto the couch, closing his eyes in a feeble attempt to ease the pain in his head and his heart.

“Why did I fall in love with you?”

~*~

The door bell to his apartment rang twice from outside, reaching his ears, he felt his heartbeat turned into a pace like a switched on electric jackhammer. With deliberate hesitation, one that lasted no longer than a few seconds, he opened the door.

Greeting him from the other side of the door was the sweet smiling Kazuya, who had a face that confidently believes that everything in life would be just fine if he kept that smile on his face. Which Jin dreadfully hoped it would and he stubbornly kicked the thought away that he would be the despicable bastard to wipe that smile off of Kazuya’s face.

“I brought you something,” Kazuya said as he entered the place, meeting Jin’s ignorant back when the latter dropped the eye contact. The shorter of the two put down a food container wrapped in light purple cloth on the dining table that looked only fitting for two.

Kazuya saw six empty beer cans on the table and frowned worriedly. “Why are you drinking again? Are you feeling sad again?” He turned to Jin who was lying leisurely on the couch, flipping uninterestedly the channels on the set with the remote.

When Jin didn’t answer and remained his eyes on the screen, Kazuya sighed and proceeded to collect those crushed cans into a black plastic bag he took from the kitchen to put them all into the trash bin. “You know, Jin,” Kazuya started again when he came back from the kitchen moments later, “If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always find me and -“

“And sleep with you so that I can pretend that those problems of my life never existed in the first place, right?” Jin smirked when Kazuya hid his blushing face away.

“That’s not what I mean.” Kazuya replied softly.

“Of course that’s exactly what you meant, Kamenashi senpai.”

Kazuya’s eyes widened as he quickly threw his head at the source of that familiar voice standing at the threshold of the apartment. “Y-You…”

“Surprise.” Uchi laughed as he walked towards Jin where the latter had long turned off the television and now standing with his gaze everywhere but at the petrified Kazuya.

Kazuya was perplexed at Jin’s silence and practically everything that was happening at the current turn of events. “Jin… What is this?”

The conman didn’t answer so Uchi decided to lend a hand for an answer for the shocked Kazuya. “Senpai, this is what this is. And isn’t it obvious already? You lost, again.” Uchi smiled another victorious smile, crossing his arms elegantly.

“Jin…?” Kazuya tried again but said person only kept his silence.

Uchi who was feeling impatient but cruelly enjoying every second of Kazuya’s priceless reaction arrogantly added, “Senpai, surely you’re not deaf? I said you lost already and now take your leave like a good little -“

“You shut the fuck up, bitch!” Kazuya fumed and stunned the other two with outburst to which they never would have expected from the often seen feeble him. “What did I ever do to you to put my life into a living hell like this?! What the fuck do you want from me? Why are you always taking everything that belonged to me?”

Kazuya’s weakness was then bared, even when those freshly falling tears were no surprise to Jin, but it pierced something deep inside him and there was that small drop of humanity still lasting in him, telling him to wipe those evidence of disbelief and letdown.

Uchi, however, quickly composed himself from the shock and strolled unaffectedly towards the indignantly crestfallen boy. “I won’t call it a take, senpai, but merely stealing. I don’t see the difference, though.” He shrugged disinterestedly.

All he heard then was a scream of fear and at the back of his head, there was a voice telling him to do it, plunge the weapon in his hand into him, the bitch who was making his life into hell. He only realized what he was doing when he was suddenly looking, in his hand was a knife he had earlier grabbed from the table and he was struggling to escape from the hands that were holding him.

Jin was holding him back from his murder attempt.

He should drop the knife and just leave. Kazuya wanted to leave but he was fighting with himself, Uchi was there with a horrified face which was feeding to his wrath, as the vulnerable expression wearing thicker the bitch’s face Kazuya only wanted to do it even more and then there was that annoying voice coming into his ears from a far fade.

“Don’t do it!” Jin didn’t know how many times he had to repeat and kept his grip around Kazuya for the latter to finally hear him. When Kazuya was still raging with the sharp object pointing dangerously in his hands and was completely dead to everything but the murderous thought, Jin harshly grabbed the knife from Kazuya and pushed him to the couch.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Jin barked madly into the fallen forlorn figure sobbing uncontrollably on the couch, his face hidden behind the sweaty locks.

“Get out!” Jin growled, looking away gritting his teeth. “Get out and don’t ever show your face in front of me ever again.”

Kazuya choked on his tears unwillingly, those words from Jin’s mouth were loud and clear in his ears but his heart was struggling to not buy them. “I fucking hate you!” Kazuya screamed before he pushed himself off the couch and ran out of the open door of the apartment.

The clock ticking in constant pace for a hundred and twenty times were the loudest sound that could be heard in the room.

Uchi rose from his squatting defenseless position from the floor and sauntered coolly to where Jin was already sitting on the couch where Kazuya had stained a small part of the cushion with tears before.

“Better than I expected.” Uchi said.

Jin frowned inwardly but kept his face expressionless as his feelings wouldn’t surface properly after everything that had happened. Disbelief was all over his mind as he stared at this fucking bitch who had just made him lost that one person that believes in him.

“Get the fuck out of my house. The deal is done and I will have nothing to do with you anymore.” He demanded with a penance stare.

Uchi only smirked and made no hurry movements. “I’d say, Akanishi Jin, that you have unrequited feelings for Kamenashi. Oh well, too bad he will not ever forgive you for this.”

Jin stood up abruptly and grabbed the other by the collar furiously. “One more word from you, you’re good as dead.”

The other’s indifferent face only remained and even if Jin was beyond angry by now, he understood well himself that killing the other wouldn’t possibly bring back Kazuya to him. His anger turned drastically into guilt and the systems in his body was gradually attempting to shut down. Uchi snorted and released himself effortlessly from Jin’s hold, fixing his clothes properly before leaving.

His knees gave way to the wobble and he came crashing down to the floor.

~*~

Six months later, Kazuya found himself working at Marimo Books, arranging comics into separate categories written on the top of the shelves.

“Kame-tan, what are you still doing here?” His colleague, Yukina Kou, frowned in protest when the new staff of the bookstore being overly hardworking. So hardworking that Yukina couldn’t help but notice the miserable aura surrounded over the other ever since Kazuya first came in.

“You know its way past your shift and the bookstore isn’t paying for overtime.” Yukina added and when Kazuya was about to retort, he quickly continues, “Even if it does, you shouldn’t work yourself too hard. I’m sure your eye bags aren’t natural.”

Kazuya only smiled feebly at his friend’s concern. He realized during the two months spent working with books and the over friendly staffs particularly Yukina by his side, he still couldn’t forget the night that changed everything for him because it was that night itself that had gotten Kazuya excited after acknowledging his feelings for Jin and he had planned to confess.

He shook his head, brushing away the name from his head.

Yukina grinned wickedly on his phone and aware being watched by Kazuya his shameless face, he blushed lightly. “Kame-tan, I’m going out after this for coffee with my partner. Do you want to come along?”

Certainly if not Yukina had expected Kazuya to shake his head so he pulled the latter without a warning towards the staff room and tagged their cards together. “Your shift is long over and now you will go with me to have some coffee.” Yukina said without giving heed to Kazuya’s following protests.

He almost couldn’t believe himself at the very next six minutes he was sitting on a booth inside a café located a stone’s throw from where he worked, a white cup filled with caramel cappuccino in front of him and further opposing to his side of the booth table was Yukina and his partner.

“Kame-tan, this is Kisa-san,” Yukina did the introduction as soon as Kisa-san arrived, taking a seat next to the former. Kazuya didn’t miss the slightly surprised look on Kisa’s face when the latter noticed him.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m Kamenashi Kazuya, Yukina-san’s colleague.” Kazuya lowered his head a bit at the black haired boy who seemed younger than him and slightly shorter.

Kisa nodded but when he introduced himself, Kazuya noticed the boy was blushing heavily. “K-Kisa Shouta. I’m a manga editor at Kadokawa Publishing Company.”

Yukina seemed to take no concern about Kisa’s shyness which increased when he wrapped an arm around the shorter boy and pulled their bodies closer together. “Kisa-san is really amazing. Those bestsellers on the front display are all his works.”

Kazuya knew what it means to for particular books to be displayed on the bestsellers of Marimo Books, in fact, he had taken a few into reading of said books and was really intrigued by the work of art and storyline that flows neatly throughout the story. “Really? Wow, that’s something to be proud of at your age, isn’t it?” He didn’t expect a normal high schooler to be able to perfect ordinary comics, he was thinking maybe this Kisa person was a high school dropout.

“Ah, I’m… 30 actually so for an old man like me I guess there isn’t any valuable skill for me except editing other people’s works.” Kisa said humbly.

To say that Kazuya was shocked was an understatement as he couldn’t imagine a thirty-year old man to be born with a face a decade younger. “I- I’m sorry. I thought you were a high school student.” And his partner Yukina was only 21. Oh the age gap, Kazuya thought.

“I don’t even know Jin’s real age…” Kazuya said to himself, inaudible to the duo.

Yukina let out a chortle as if he had seen this coming. Boldly, he took Kisa’s hand on the table onto his and another scarlet blush made their way onto Kisa’s cheeks. “Kisa-san,” Yukina looked at his partner as he spoke, “You can do whatever you want and be proud of it when you were complimented at your success. Don’t look down on yourself because I will not.”

Kazuya felt his cheeks burn just then when he saw the couple and especially at Yukina’s words. There was that envious feeling in him that wished he would be able to say something similar to Jin.

Kisa lowered his head bashfully. “Idiot,” he whispered. “Kamenashi-san is here.”

The loud ringtone Kazuya recognized to be from his phone interrupted the pink flowery aura floating over the atmosphere of their table. Kazuya excused himself quietly from the couple who was already starting to stick their noses together.

“Kazuya,” Came the familiar voice from the other end of the line. Kazuya’s eyes widened unintentionally.

~*~

“I came as fast as I can. What happened?”

The dessert shop was pitch black inside with only a ray of light from the crack on the window above the room. Ryo was leaning against the kitchen wall on the floor, his emotionless eyes changed into grateful ones when he sees his ex-boyfriend whom he had stupidly dumped for a bastard who snatched everything he had.

“Kazuya. Kazuya,” Ryo trembled uncontrollably, feeling Kazuya’s warmth over his shivering body when the latter placed a pair of hands on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. Forgive me, Kazuya. I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.”

Ryo’s shaky hand grabbed Kazuya’s from his shoulder and placed it on his face. He had missed Kazuya so much and he was immediately hoping that the latter would forgive everything he had done. “It’s Hiroki. He took all the money from the shop and - and then all the utensils and everything. Everything, Kazuya. He was going to open another dessert shop across the street. I can’t do anything, Kazuya. I’m so sorry for everything I’d done.”

Kazuya felt himself being pulled and Ryo’s face was on his chest. If they were still together at times Ryo was depressed and crying, Kazuya would have know what to do but after so long they were apart and even if they weren’t apart and knowing himself that had fallen too deep with Jin, Kazuya was completely clueless at the current situation. He reluctantly placed a soothing hand on Ryo’s back, however.

“It’s alright. We can start over again.” Kazuya said softly.

Ryo knew it wasn’t the way he hoped Kazuya meant it but he was well aware of Kazuya’s hesitance that he swore to himself to show the latter that he was capable of being the old Ryo Kazuya had loved so dearly.

~*~

“Hm? When did I make a deposit?” Kazuya pressed on the ‘check balance’ button of the machine. He swore he was close to having a heart attack at the figures displayed on the screen. Glaring at the amount of money in his account, he had a fair idea as to whom the person might be that made the deposit but he knows there was nothing he could do about it.

“Yosh, let’s start working!” Kazuya said cheerfully, holding a spatula and a spoon on his hands as he stood behind the stove.

Ryo called his workers back into the dessert shop, everyone started working the place to normal again. By the next day, the dessert shop was back to business with utensils support from Kazuya’s friends and family.

“What are you two doing here?” Ryo barked at the two guilt-stricken boys who used to be the workers from the dessert shop. “I thought you two would rather take some shitty higher pay offer for that damn shop across the street.”

One of the two, Junnosuke, shook his head. “No, boss. We’re sorry for our greed. We want to come back to work, if you’re okay to hire us again.” Their heads bowed low at the frowning Ryo.

“Go put on your aprons. I’d washed them over and placed them where they usually were.” Kazuya smiled at the two. “Welcome back.”

That weekend, Kazuya decided to throw a steamboat dinner party for everyone who contributed a hand on the reopening of the dessert shop.

“So what happened to the bitch? I thought her dessert shop opening was three days ago?” One of Ryo asked with mouthful of boiled beef.

Junnosuke shrugged and took another bite of his fishball. “We both heard she was owing a big company some money and it seems that she was scammed out of her everything. She couldn’t pay her debts and took the escape route.”

Ryo grinned wickedly. “And you thought she’d pay you triple of what you earn here, huh?”

“We said our sorry.” Junnosuke retorted.

Kazuya ate his food quietly. The word ‘scam’ reminds him of Jin and just like almost everything he sees. He knows Ryo was trying hard to go back they once were again but Kazuya decided it was downright impossible.

That second his head turned to look outside of the shop, he saw a silhouette of a back walking further into the alleys.

“Jin!” Kazuya suddenly stood up from his seat and everyone fell silent at the outburst.

“Kazuya? What is it?” Ryo stood up as well, his eyes followed his ex-boyfriend’s which were looking at the empty streets outside.

Kazuya turned his gaze back to Ryo, he was frowning as if contemplating. Then, he excused himself, ignoring Ryo’s call, he ran out to the night street. Kazuya tossed his head around to catch a glimpse of the shadow again. He was certain it was Jin he saw.

“Jin!” Kazuya called around.

He was running around aimlessly, every second ticks by he was telling himself that he was doing pointless things again. He didn’t know anything about Jin, not his phone number as they always change on his caller’s ID and never reachable when he tried calling one of the numbers one day and definitely not where he lives because when Kazuya went back to the apartment one day, he found out from the new occupant that Jin had moved.

It didn’t help that it was dark everywhere and streetlights and a few lighted shop boards lighting only helplessly the street. It was impossible and his depicts of the conman was very limited in addition with the devoid of people street, he couldn’t ask anyone even if he wanted to.

Warm tears ran out from his eyes again, the cold night breeze was nothing compared to the shivering of his heart inside. He wanted to see Jin and everything will be alright he knew it will if Jin would just come to view.

“Jin…” Kazuya squatted in the middle of the road, his face hidden on his knees. “Jin, please come out. Please…”

He prayed and prayed for every holy entity that existed up there, he would trade or even give everything he ever had just to see Jin again. He only wanted Jin to come out and hold him again.

“Jin, please…”

~*~

As much as he would be more than willing to squat there for eternity, waiting for Jin, his common sense overpowered his longing finally for what seemed to be more than an hour.

Standing up with profuse tears rolling down his cheeks that he didn’t even want to bother wiping them, Kazuya tried to find his way back in the perpetually dim and quiet street. Thinking as he walked, he told himself that he had never felt so much for one person, not as long as he had lived in his twenty-two years’ life. Never had he felt so attached to that one person whom he thought paid no further concern to him anymore than their deal.

Strolling blankly along the road that seemed to be able to bring him home, he dragged his index finger along the walls of the houses on his right.

The bricks felt so hard, so rough under his fingertip, until it finally felt the air. There were no more houses up front. Kazuya saw a park up ahead and decided to continue clearing his tangled thoughts in the park. At least, there are brighter lights over there.

He took a seat on one of the benches that were stuck back-to-back against one another. The wind was stronger as the night rolls by slowly by the second. The people at the shop would be worried about his whereabouts but despite being the one to hate being under people’s concern, Kazuya thought he would just be selfish. Just for tonight.

He heard shuffling and quickly turned his head back.

The wind was blowing over the trees and still emptiness in view. Kazuya sighed, he was struggling to keep Jin in his mind but with all the false alarms, his working brain was quietly urging him to put the latter into a box, locking it and putting it safely away at the very very back of his mind.

Kazuya heard more shuffling, cursing the nature for making his heart jump again, deciding not to waste another futile glance at his back.

He then leaned back sadly, groaning when his head hit something behind him. Kazuya heard a groan too, which wasn’t drawn from his own mouth. There was someone behind him and he quickly turned around to find a man under thick coats rubbing his head.

“Ouch,” the man turned around to meet Kazuya’s puffy eyes, the two widened their eyes equally in astonishment.

“Kazuya…” Jin whispered.

Kazuya didn’t speak, he was afraid, he was so afraid that if he even release the breath he was holding that Jin would disappear with the wind. He was stoned rigid, he didn’t want this second to pass and if it was possible he wants to stay like this, it didn’t matter that they were in awkward positions at each other’s back.

Jin didn’t know what he should do. Kazuya wasn’t moving, wasn’t talking and he was worried that the boy was still burning in anger of what he had done. He looked away from Kazuya’s eyes, hurried to stand up and leave as he left a soft, “I’m sorry.”

“Wait,” Kazuya stopped him and he didn’t get the chance to turn around to face the other because the next moment he felt a pair of arms locked around his waist, he felt Kazuya’s breath on his nape.

Jin brought his trembling hands to touch the bare arms around him and when he did, Kazuya only tightened his hold. “Don’t leave me again. Don’t go, please.” Kazuya sobbed on his back, “Please, Jin. Don’t go.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. How could Kazuya not hate him after what he had done was senseless in every sense of the word. Acting on his instinct, Jin yanked the arms off from him and turned around with a grim expression facing an apparently dejected face of Kazuya.

“Jin - “ Instead of pushing him away which Kazuya thought Jin was about to do, he was silence from his next words with the taller man’s tongue in his mouth.

Immediately Kazuya felt his insides growing, as if coming back to life again, closing his eyes when Jin’s bigger tongue stroked his. Jin sucked his tongue, they were both running desperately out of air at their kiss that had no intention of ending anytime.

When they broke apart, Kazuya made sure to keep his arms around the other just in case, Jin slid a lock of Kazuya’s hair to the back of his ear, kissing the reddened cheek.

“I… I really like you, Jin.” Kazuya confessed, catching if there were any changes in Jin’s pair of orbs now that he finally said it.

In spite of the low intensity of light of the park, Kazuya could clearly see something else gleaming upon the clear orbs. As Kazuya was uncertain, Jin confirmed his own feelings with his words.

“Are you sure, Kazuya? After all the things I -“

“Yes. Yes, Jin. I don’t care what you did to me. All I know is that my feelings for you are genuine and it’s really hard not having you with me. I know I sound silly saying all these when there was nothing at all apart from your name the only thing I know about you.” Kazuya blurted impatiently.

Jin didn’t say anything but placed a long kiss on Kazuya’s lips. “You don’t know how much I want to tell you exactly everything I felt about you.” He stuck their foreheads together, feeling his warmth radiating over to Kazuya’s lower temperature.

“Tell me, then. Tell me everything.” Kazuya’s cold hands felt Jin’s cheeks, pulling the latter into another kiss before midnight falls upon them.

~*~

“I’m sorry I did it.” Jin spoke for the first time after so long they lay side by side on Jin’s bed. “I’m really sorry.”

When Kazuya didn’t reply, Jin continued reluctantly, “Because you and I were never meant to be together in the first place. I knew that very well because long ago, I scammed on a girl and she told me that someone like me, a conman at that, deserves no right to fall in love because a conman isn’t even human. I actually agreed with her.

“My feelings for you grew stronger and stronger until I couldn’t handle it properly. I want to be with you, I really do but there is always this barrier right there, created by my mind, stopping me from wanting to come closer to you. I really want you for everything you are, Kazuya. I really do.

“The more my desire grew for you, the stronger the barrier becomes until I was really feeding on my stubborn words, telling myself countless times until they were finally stuck that I really cannot be with you. That’s when Uchi came and bringing up a threat that got me fretting over how distinct the threat sounded. I didn’t want him to hurt you, I don’t want to see you hurt. Not as if what Nishikido did to you wasn’t enough for your fragile self. I… bought into Uchi’s words and decided that perhaps if I did as ordered, it’s not only I could make Uchi forget about the threat but also make me forget about you. It was pointless and my heart only hurt more when you left.

“I understood that you were already carved for eternity in my heart and there was no way to put you anywhere but as priority in my mind. I knew what I did all the while was nothing but mistakes and mistakes over and over again so I tried doing the right thing again. Starting from scamming back everything you lost in the first place. When I collected what I thought was enough, I gave up on scamming, well a bit as I still needed to fake a few certificates to get into a real firm. I was accepted and was taken into training for a week in Mongolia and there was so much work I didn’t imagine what working would be like but I didn’t give up, I swear I didn’t because I want to start over again so I tried hard until I thought I would come find you again.

“I couldn’t wait any longer and though I had only a month left until my training would be over and I can officially work in a multi-corporate building, I had to see you. So I went to the dessert shop, hoping to see you there because I knew you would go back to help Ryo after Uchi ran away.

“You were so happy and then I was discouraged again, seeing a bleak future if we were going to be together again. I was so sure you wouldn’t forgive me or even believed me if I had come to you and confessed. I am after all, a conman. “ Jin finished.

He was fearing what Kazuya would said after his long confessions where every word was bare and for the first time after a long time, everything he said was real and no lies added, even if for Kazuya’s convenience.

“Jin.”

Jin looked to his left at Kazuya who was staring blankly at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling steadily. Kazuya finally turned his head at Jin, his eyes glittering under the light, evidence of his tears that had been there. Kazuya leaned closer until their lips met, joining at every outline until he felt Jin biting on his lower lip softly.

Jin sucked on his lower lip and upper lip alternately, drawing sounds from Kazuya who was more than willing to open his mouth for every access Jin wanted with his tongue. Kazuya missed having Jin so close with him and he swore Jin was saying the same thing through the heated kisses.

“I miss you, Jin.” Kazuya breathed. “I don’t care what you ever did to me because I know, I just know that your eyes weren’t real when you told me to leave that day. I could see it, you were hiding so much for me that I don’t know what I will do if you leave me again now that I have you back.”

Jin placed another kiss at the other’s sweetly addictive lips before smiling. “I love you, Kazuya. I won’t leave you ever again. I promise.”

Kazuya felt himself crying again when Jin pulled him into an embrace that he wanted to be kept in forever as the both of them fell into a world far from reality, contented smiles adorning their faces.

A/N 2 : cuties who has been waiting for the update for AK47, I'm so very sorry if I can actually meet each and every one of yous in person, I would be darn willing to bow 90 degrees to emphasise my apology. This fic came up to me suddenly when I was stuck with the next chapter of AK47 and when I got started, I just had to keep going so in the end (though sometime around finishing I was stuck again), I decided to post this first. Nau, I'll go back to AK47. Sorry everyone.

A/N 3 : the inspiration for this fic I got from watching a movie titled L for Love, L for Lies. I fancied Alex Fong and Stephy Tang that's why but I changed most of the plot because I didn't want my work to be completely someone else's.