Make You Mine /// Fifth Lie: More of You
Title: Make You Mine
Pairing: Akanishi Jin x Kazuya Kamenashi //Akame//
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-13 and up.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. I don't make profit with this.
Summary: The first impression counts and Kazuya's first impression of Jin is not the best. However, Jin is determined to get to know Kazuya - and Kazuya makes up a few lies, which suddenly become huge... And then, the tide is turning.
A/N: English isn't my mother tongue, but I've been living in the UK for quite a time, so I basically write and speak well. You're welcome to correct any mistakes, though. Of course.
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Previous Chapters:
First Lie: Who am I?
Second Lie: Find Me
Third Lie: Exposed
Fourth Lie: On Repeat
Fifth Lie: More of You
Kazuya slammed the door closed behind himself, as he came home. He kicked off his shoes and stormed into his flat, cursing loudly.
What had him driven to apply for that position? What had him driven to chase after Jin like that?
Jin, he thought and opened a cupboard, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Jin.
Sighing and slowing down, Kazuya poured the bourbon fluid into a glass and as he took the first sip, he thought of Jin and of how he simply just drove Kazuya crazy.
He treated Kazuya like a child, like an idiot, at times, as if he was visible, then, just a few hours later, he would give Kazuya those looks that made him all hot and so damn horny, before Jin would go off ignoring him again - or treating Kazuya like he had no idea about the hotel.
Kazuya had never been this mad.
In front of Jin, he acted all collected and as if he wouldn’t even notice what Jin was doing. He was reserved, arrogant and coolly around Jin, but inside, Kazuya was boiling with rage.
When he came to his room and sat down on his couch, his cat gave him a look and stood up, coming over to hop into his lap.
Kazuya ran his hand through the soft fur and closed his eyes, taking another long sip from his drink.
“Hey, Vanilla”, he said and leaned back, making himself comfortable. The cat purred and moved its head, as Kazuya ran his hand over it.
That was how he woke up next morning - sprawled out on his sofa, the cat comfortably resting on his stomach. Kazuya sat up with a look at his watch, rubbing his back and nape. He had more than an hour left to get to the hotel, so he went to the kitchen first to make coffee, before he took a shower.
He watched Vanilla having his breakfast, while standing in a towel, sipping hot coffee and his thoughts trailed back to how much he didn’t want to return to work.
He loved the job, there was no doubt about it, but he could enjoy it even, if Jin wouldn’t make it a living hell for him. Kazuya sighed and put his cup down, staring at the cat merrily eating away its food.
He had been wrong, thinking he could handle Jin. He couldn’t. The way Jin treated him, all those games; Kazuya wasn’t shaped out for that. How much longer would he be able to pretend, to play along, to endure this? If he just wouldn’t physically react to Jin like that, if he wouldn’t feel so attracted every time Jin came close, ran a hand along Kazuya’s arm or just looked at him in that way. That way that said so much and yet, not enough.
But he didn’t have a choice, Kazuya thought and went over to his bedroom to get dressed. He had to go back and face his misery, face Jin and everything that came along with being around him.
As he left the flat, Kazuya checked his watch again and hurried to the train station, catching a train earlier than his usual one and arrived at the hotel almost ten minutes early. He greeted the porter at the front door and had a short chat with the girl at the reception, before he took the lift upstairs to the main offices.
Kazuya opened the door, while checking his mobile phone and frowned at the sound that reached his ears. As he looked up, he stopped and stared.
Jin chuckled. It had clearly been a chuckle and Kazuya had never heard a noise like that from the other one before.
The reason for that was clear. It was the man sitting on the edge of Jin’s desk, leaning over. He had a wide smile, black hair, sleepy eyes and a slim figure.
Kazuya took in all those details in that one second he stared at them.
“Excuse me”, Kazuya said coolly and walked in, closing the door behind himself.
“You are a little early, Kamenashi”, Jin noticed with a look at his watch. He stood up and Kazuya noticed that his fingers stroke over the other man’s thigh - as if by coincidence.
“I didn’t know you had a guest up here”, Kazuya just answered. “I can use the back office at reception, if...”
“No, it’s fine”, Jin said. “We wanted to leave, however.”
Kazuya shrugged and put his bag down at his desk, turning on his notebook.
“We’ll be in my suite upstairs”, Jin added and observed Kazuya with keen eyes. “I think I’ll be back in about two hours.”
Kazuya didn’t look up from the letters he was going through. “Fine.”
Jin waited for a moment longer, then he held the door for his guest. “Let’s go, Ryo.”
Only, when Kazuya heard the door fell closed, he looked up and saw Jin standing in front of the lift in the corridor. He was laughing with that raven-haired guy and they stood remarkably close to each other.
They’d be going up for a few hours? Certainly not to discuss the weather or even work. Not after Jin had given off those signs.
Kazuya clicked his tongue and sat down, as he opened his mailbox and tried to push aside the thought of what Jin was doing upstairs. He made a few phone calls and checked lists, sent out orders for kitchen, housekeeping and dining room, before he made a list with rooms he wanted to check today.
He looked at his watch and noticed, he had spent more than three hours already. And hated himself, because his first thought had been that Jin still wasn’t back downstairs.
Kazuya growled slightly, before he pushed back his chair and got up to go down and find the hotel’s housekeeper. He asked for her at reception and eventually found her in the linen room in the basement, where she checked the morning’s deliveries.
“How is it going upstairs?” Kazuya walked in, casually greeting her. She was about ten years older than him and had been in the position of housekeeping for years already. From his experience, Kazuya could tell that Hagiwara Sayori did a good job, but he had to admit that Jin, his father or whoever had set the schedule for the housekeeper and her chambermaids didn’t make it easy for her.
She smiled and wrote a few numbers to her paper. “Just twenty departures today; it’s not too busy.”
Kazuya nodded and waited for her to finish her checklist, then he crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave her a serious look. “I heard the girls talking yesterday.”
Sayori raised a brow. “Well, that’s what they do; I don’t think I can keep them from that.”
Kazuya gave her an amused look. “That’s not what I’m asking. I heard them talk about what they have to do every day.”
She frowned. “Some of them like to complain.”
Kazuya nodded. “Did you make the list of things they have to get done every day?”
“Akanishi-san did, after he checked the rooms.”
“How long ago?”
She shrugged. “A few years. It’s become our standard and it worked well. Why?”
Kazuya tilted his head. “I’m going to check all room together with you. And we’ll work out a new schedule for the girls. I am not quite satisfied with how it is right now.”
Sayori blinked her eyes. “I don’t think I have time to check every room with you.”
Kazuya smiled and nodded in agreement. “I hoped you would say that. I guess I know an effective way to get a closer look at the rooms, without stealing any of your time.”
When he came back upstairs with a satisfied smile of accomplishment in his face, Kazuya saw Jin at reception, talking to some people and gesturing with his hands. Kazuya frowned and walked over, trying to catch what the conversation was about.
“I told you, I’ve come here for years already, and each year, I have a suit with a balcony.”
“Sir, I understand that, but your booking details say otherwise.”
“Your receptionist must have made a mistake. I booked right away, before we left last year.”
Jin checked the computer again and nodded. “That is right, Sir.”
“And I booked the exact same suit we had the years before. 207; one with a balcony.” The man crossed his arms and gave Jin a stern look.
Kazuya sneaked into the reception and put on a nice smile, as he stopped next to Jin. “Ah, it’s nice to see you, Hirose-san.” Kazuya reached out his hand and shook the man’s, as if they were old friends. “Is there any problem?”
Jin just stared at him and almost didn’t hear the man’s answer.
“Something went wrong with my booking.”
“Sir, I told you we’re booked out; there is nothing...”
Kazuya gave Jin a light kick behind the reception counter and smiled at the man again, as Jin fell silent. “Hirose-san, why don’t you have a cup of coffee or a drink with your wife in our bar and I see what we could do?”
The man raised a brow. “That sounds like an offer.”
“Ohki”, Kazuya said to one of the porters and waved him over. “Could you please show Hirose-san and his wife to the bar? And tell Yamashita-san that all their orders are at no charge.”
Jin raised a brow and gave Kazuya a long look, as the guest was lead away. “And now?”
“Now, I’ll go up and prepare 207,” Kazuya took off his jacket.
Jin laughed. “It’s an arrival tomorrow.”
“I know that. I checked the list this morning.”
Jin nodded. “I thought so. You even remember the names of the arrivals.”
Kazuya shrugged. “A habit of mine. It comes in handy at times.”
Jin gritted his teeth. “Apparently.”
Kazuya turned and suppressed the grin. If he couldn’t win against Jin on a personal level, he could at least win on a business level. “I’ll go up with Hagiwara and check the room, prepare it for them. Send them up in twenty minutes.”
Jin raised a brow. “And tomorrow’s arrival?”
“We make it as a departure tomorrow morning and whoever was booked on 207 doesn’t know, so we’ll just move them to 308.”
“What if they’ll complain?” Jin crossed his arms, observed Kazuya, as Sayori came in.
“I don’t think they will. I checked all lists this morning and they didn’t request a balcony when they booked. They just want a suit. 308 is a suit, isn’t it?”
Jin nodded slowly.
“Okay, Hagiwara, we’ll go upstairs. 308 is moving to 207 right away. We have to check the room.”
“I checked it as usual this morning”, she answered. “It was a departure, it’s all ready.”
Kazuya nodded. “Those people are a little fussy, I think, so we better just have a quick check again. Ah, Ohki!” Kazuya saw the porter coming back. “Please bring all suitcases from 308 to 207, please.”
The boy nodded and dashed off to fulfil his task.
Jin watched Kazuya leave, then he picked up the jacket from the chair Kazuya had put it to. He raised a brow and felt the fabric, before he just took it with him to the back office. “Send Kamenashi in, if he asks for me”, he just said to the receptionist and closed the door.
Jin waited a moment, then he gave in to the urge and closed his eyes, as he sniffed the fabric of Kazuya’s jacket. It wasn’t good material, not at all. A little worn out already and Jin had never before heard of the brand. But it smelled nice. Smelled of Kazuya and fresh washing powder and Jin couldn’t help, but smile.
He put it over the backrest of his chair, before he sat down and checked the arrivals for the next day, noticing that Kazuya had been completely right.
“Requirements”, he read slowly, “Bathroom en suit, double bed, close to lift.” This didn’t say anything about a balcony. Those people probably wouldn’t complain, if they’d give them room 308.
Jin looked up, as Kazuya came in without knocking the door.
“Where is my jacket?”
“Why did you take it off?”
Kazuya raised a brow. “In case I had to help upstairs.”
“Was the room okay?” Jin looked at the screen of his notebook again.
“I welcomed them in the room and showed them around. They are satisfied now.”
Jin looked up. “So, you’re free now.”
Kazuya frowned. “Why? I think everything is done and under control, there shouldn’t be anything....”
“I’m not giving you something to do”, Jin just said and got up. “Not that I could; you wouldn’t let me give you orders anyway.”
“Well, while you spent your time upstairs in your suite with your lover, I am managing this hotel.” Kazuya tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible.
“Is someone jealous?” Jin took Kazuya’s jacket and held it out for him.
With calm hands, Kazuya took it and pulled it over. “No, just disappointed in how you do your job.”
Jin just smiled. “Well, if you’re not occupied right now, I guess you have time to accompany me.”
“Where to?”
“Shopping.”
Kazuya raised a brow. “Now?”
“The hotel’s not busy, no one needs us here.” Jin shrugged. “I need to get a few things.”
“Well”, Kazuya murmured, suddenly not too sure anymore. Being all alone with Jin like that perhaps wasn’t a good idea. “Can’t you...”
“Come on now”, Jin just said and gripped Kazuya’s arm, pulling him along. “We’ll be back later. Before dinner”, he added and the receptionist just nodded.
Kazuya let Jin lead him to his car and got in without a word. The black Lexus was too small for Kazuya’s likings, but Jin apparently wanted it exactly that way. He seemed comfortable behind the wheel.
They didn’t talk for the whole drive and Kazuya frowned when Jin pulled to a stop in front of a store, parking just wherever he wanted.
“You can’t park here”, Kazuya reminded him. Jin just grinned and told him to get off. When he had left the car, he saw Jin handing the keys over to a man. Kazuya took a look around.
All stores and shops were expensive ones and Kazuya sighed, not surprised it was the first address Jin would consider.
“We’ll go in here”, Jin said and Kazuya followed him into one of the stores. He felt a little out of place with all those expensive clothes around him.
“We need a few suits for him”, Jin explained to a woman. “Preferably black and grey. No dark blue.”
Kazuya just stared at him.
“What’s your size?” Jin turned to him, giving him a appraising look.
“What?” Kazuya took a step back. “What are you doing?”
“Listen, I’m not saying you don’t look good. I like how you look in suits, it’s kind of sexy”, Jin said and winked, “but yours don’t have the standard the hotel requires.”
Kazuya just stared at him.
“So, I’ll get you a few new ones.”
The woman came back with three different suits over her arm; all of them grey. “Would you rather like to have a look around for yourself?”
Jin shook his head. “No, he’ll try these. Where are the fitting rooms?”
Jin took Kazuya’s arm again and pulled him along to the fitting rooms. “We need a few black ones, too”, he said to the shop assistant and she hurried away again.
“I didn’t ask for this”, Kazuya said, fighting for his composure.
“I know. I’ll pay them; view it as a welcome to the company gift, or something.”
Kazuya gave Jin a sharp look. “I’m leaving.”
Jin caught him back in just the right moment. “Listen. I’m not doing this for you”, he said then. “I’m doing this for the hotel. I can’t have you walk around there in a suit like the one you’re wearing right now. The guests see the difference.”
Kazuya bit his lip, his back still to Jin. “I didn’t mean to make you ashamed of me.” The words came out pressed.
“I’m not ashamed”, Jin said and his voice got a little softer. “To me, it doesn’t matter.”
“Why are we here then?”
“Because I care about my hotels and I can’t have anyone working there below our standards.”
Kazuya swallowed and turned. He fetched his arm free from Jin’s grip and disappeared into a fitting room.
Jin rolled his eyes and sat down in one of the arm chairs, waiting. He checked a few things on his BlackBerry while waiting and looked up, after a while, checking his watch, as Kazuya hadn’t come out again.
“Are you okay in there?”
“Almost done”, Kazuya replied lowly and a few seconds later, he came out, handing two suits to the shop assistant. “I’ll take these two, the other one not.”
Jin gave him a clueless stare. “Did you ever go shopping with someone?”
Kazuya rolled his eyes. “I don’t need your opinion to know what looks good on me and what not.”
Jin took the black ones the woman held out for Kazuya and went into the fitting room. “Okay, so I’ll just watch you change.”
Kazuya followed him inside and closed the door, giving Jin an angry look. “You just wanted to do this to see me strip off my clothes?”
Jin grinned. “Well, it’s a nice side-effect.”
“You don’t really think I’ll change now?”
Jin smiled and leaned in, bringing his hands up to Kazuya’s shoulders. “I could help you.”
“You like to molest me in small, narrow rooms.” Kazuya gave him a cold look.
“I like to molest you in general.”
“And in general”, Kazuya pressed out, “I don’t like it.”
Jin stepped back a bit and sighed, clicked his tongue. “Just change. I’ll wait outside for you to show me.”
Kazuya knew that was the only compromise he’d get, so he just nodded and waited for Jin to leave the stall, then he let go of his breath and took a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He changed into one of the black suits and then opened the door, stepped out into Jin’s view.
“Now look at this”, Jin said and smiled satisfied. “You look pretty good in black.”
Kazuya shrugged.
“Grey suits you better, though.”
“I’ll try the next one”, Kazuya only commented and disappeared back into the stall. They repeated that for two more times, then Kazuya changed back into his suit. When he came out of his fitting room, Jin was gone and he frowned, making his way back into the shop area, where he saw Jin at the checkout counter.
“Wait”, he said and hurried over. “You’re not going to pay this.”
Jin smiled. “I am.” He put a hand to Kazuya’s arm to keep him from getting out his wallet. “After all, I pushed you to buy new ones.”
Kazuya shook his head. “No, I am buying what I need for my job.”
Jin raised a brow and watched Kazuya handing over a credit card to the woman. He held back the question for Kazuya to be able to pay these, as obviously, he was.
Kazuya took the bag the woman handed him and smiled. “Thank you.” He wouldn’t eat until he’d get his first paycheque, but that was worth keeping his face in front of Jin.
They left the shop together and Jin’s car was brought back that very moment. Jin took his keys and Kazuya got in at the passenger’s side, the bag in his lap.
“I’m hungry now”, Jin pointed out. “There’s a good restaurant close by. Should we have lunch?”
Kazuya frowned. “Shouldn’t we go back?”
“They don’t need us there every minute of the day.” Jin pointed at his BlackBerry. “And they can always call, if there’s anything.”
“I’m not feeling well with the thought of just going shopping and having lunch while I should be working.”
“Relax.”
Kazuya shook his head. “That’s not the way to manage a hotel.”
“You need to be able to rely on your staff. And I am hundred percent sure my stuff can handle the hotel a few hours without me.”
“You haven’t been around all day”, Kazuya reminded him.
Jin gave him a smug smile. “And every single minute was worth it.”
Kazuya just shook his head, giving Jin an indignant look, before he turned his head and looked out of the window.
“You’ll see”, Jin said and sped up the car, “we’re going to have fun today, pretty.”
Jin was more than satisfied with himself, as he came into the office the next morning. The last day had been perfect. First, he could have made Kazuya jealous with Ryo - what was convenient for him, because that way he had tested, if Kazuya still had interests in him in the first place.
He just acted a bit too cold at times. Just cold enough to make Jin believe, Kazuya really had lost any interest in him - and that, Jin had to prevent.
Bringing Ryo had been slightly unfair, though. He had pretended something was going on between the two of them and Kazuya had fully believed it; had fallen for all of it.
He had mentioned it over and over again.
The day had been nice; they had had lunch together in a very good restaurant and whenever Kazuya had forgotten about his defence for a few minutes, he had actually been just as cute and charming as Jin remembered him from the beginning.
The fact that Kazuya had lied about a few facts didn’t change that he still was the same person.
He was arrogant and pretty sure of himself, as Jin had found, but what attracted him most was the resistance Kazuya put up. He didn’t give up on it, even though his attraction to Jin was so very obvious.
Jin wanted to lure him out, get him to drop that guard and lose his mind. He wanted Kazuya to be the one begging for Jin’s attention, begging for Jin to...
Someone pulled him off of his thoughts, as he stood in front of the lift.
“Akanishi-san.” A sharp whisper next to his ear told him it was the head-porter and Jin turned to him.
“What is it, Matsumoto-san?”
The porter pulled him to the side. “It’s about Kamenashi-san.”
Jin raised a brow. “Do you have any complaints?”
Matsumoto shook his head. He was a good porter, but at times, Jin thought, he got too full of himself and thought he could manage the hotel better than Jin.
“He’s upstairs; Akanishi-san.”
“And that is bad, because...?”
Looking around, Matsumoto leaned in closer. “He’s with the chambermaids”, he whispered.
Jin froze and threw him a long look. “You mean working with them?”
Matsumoto nodded. “Apparently, he talked about it with Hagiwara. He has his own rooms and well... does the work of a chambermaid.”
“Which rooms”, Jin only asked.
“Apparently he’s on floor seven.”
Without any other word, Jin walked off, back to the lift and pressed the button for the seventh floor. He saw Kazuya right, when he got off - the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, white linen in his arms, his hair... Jin stopped and stared at him.
Kazuya had tied his fringe in a small tail that plopped to the side, as Kazuya now tilted his head.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Kazuya gave him a slight smile and turned again to walk to the room, which’s door was wide open. “I’m making up rooms.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Kazuya shrugged and started to make the bed. “I get a closer look at the room and that way, find out what we have to improve.”
Jin stood in the doorframe, staring at Kazuya, as he made the bed with quick, experienced moves.
“You’re a manager, not a chambermaid”, was all he could say.
“I know that”, Kazuya answered. “It doesn’t change the fact that I did this kind of job before and it’s not a problem for me to help out.”
“Where is Hagiwara?”
Kazuya pushed the bed back to position, as he was done and raised, looking at Jin. “It was my idea.”
“How could she have agreed to something like this?”
“I’m her boss.”
Jin took a deep breath, but it wasn’t any help. He was still boiling with anger inside. “You’re done here. I will personally guide you through the rooms, but you are not going to do work like this.”
Kazuya just raised a brow and took a cleaning cloth, starting to dust the room. “I guess I know best how to do my job.”
Jin was next to him in a matter of seconds. “I have the impression you have no idea what your job is about.”
“And I have the impression you’re looking down on your staff.” Kazuya stared at Jin with a firm look, not giving in to Jin’s anger.
Something broke inside Jin, he could hear it, the shattering, the loud thud and he was pretty sure it was his composure; that last bit he had still had.
He pulled Kazuya in and saw the surprise in those dark eyes, for just a second, before their lips crushed together and Jin took control of it. Kazuya’s eyes got darker and Jin didn’t meet a single sign of resistance, not even a small bit.
Instead, Kazuya pushed him, further and further, fired him on with his lips to give more, take more - to make it more than just a kiss.
Jin ran his hand up into Kazuya’s hair and gripped it, as his tongue explored, his lips nipped and his teeth bit. He sighed slightly, a small noise, just that sigh and as an answer, Kazuya moaned quietly and closed his eyes.
When he ran out of breath, when he couldn’t take it anymore - because Jin knew it was just a matter of seconds, before he would push Kazuya to the bed he had just made up - he pushed Kazuya away, held him on a safe distance by his shoulders.
Kazuya looked at him, stared and Jin wondered how he could have held yesterday, when they’d been together for so long, but today, it had just taken this bit to make him snap out of it and lose his self-control.
“That’s what you get for making me angry”, Jin commented, as if he had punished Kazuya.
In a way, he probably had, Kazuya thought and licked his lips slowly. “Well... I guess, I need to talk to Yamashita.”
Jin turned his eyes to him, his hands still firm on Kazuya’s shoulders, his look confused.
“To ask for a few shifts in the bar”, Kazuya explained. “Or probably, I could help out at reception or even in the kitchen.”
Now, Jin had to laugh.
“Which of those would make you angry most?”
Jin shook his head and pulled Kazuya in again, taking another kiss, a calmer one this time. “Are you serious?”
Kazuya took Jin’s tie and drew him close, hovering his lips over Jin’s. “You better go back down; I don’t have time now. My rooms must be finished by twelve.”
“We’ll talk about this.”
Kazuya just smiled and let go of Jin, stepping back. “Well, neither of us is thinking about talking right now, but you can pretend.”
Jin watched Kazuya, as he opened a cupboard and dusted it from inside, stretching his body to reach the top.
He definitely didn’t think of talking right now.
“Do you always get your own way?”
Kazuya threw him a smile. “Always.”
Jin just observed him for a bit longer, then he murmured “stubborn bastard”, before he turned and left the room.
Kazuya waited a moment, then he just let his knees give in and he sank to the floor, staring blankly at the wall. His heart was still pounding loudly in his ears and his hands were shaking.
Whatever Jin did to him, it was unpredictable and breath-taking and left Kazuya at the edge to insanity.
Kazuya had never before wanted someone as much as he wanted Jin and he knew that gave him a huge disadvantage, because Jin had to be blind to not notice that.
But Kazuya had been blind to an important factor, too; something he had just not noticed until now. Something that gave Jin a disadvantage, too and brought them back to equal terms.
The kiss had just made it clear, the way, Jin had lost it all, had just taken, what he longed for and couldn’t hold back any longer.
Jin wanted Kazuya just as much.
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Took you quite a while to realise, Kazuya. Now, go, pay him back. I think what this whole fic is really about will kick off with the next chap, so... sorry, if this one was a bit boring ^^;;
Thanks for reading ♥
Pairing: Akanishi Jin x Kazuya Kamenashi //Akame//
Genre: Romance, AU
Rating: PG-13 and up.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. I don't make profit with this.
Summary: The first impression counts and Kazuya's first impression of Jin is not the best. However, Jin is determined to get to know Kazuya - and Kazuya makes up a few lies, which suddenly become huge... And then, the tide is turning.
A/N: English isn't my mother tongue, but I've been living in the UK for quite a time, so I basically write and speak well. You're welcome to correct any mistakes, though. Of course.
Oh my! I made you guys wait for so long! I hope you haven't forgotten about this yet?? Thank you to everyone reading this; honestly, the response to this fic is AMAZING, I never expected anything like this. Thank you ♥
Enjoy the read :)
Previous Chapters:
First Lie: Who am I?
Second Lie: Find Me
Third Lie: Exposed
Fourth Lie: On Repeat
Fifth Lie: More of You
Kazuya slammed the door closed behind himself, as he came home. He kicked off his shoes and stormed into his flat, cursing loudly.
What had him driven to apply for that position? What had him driven to chase after Jin like that?
Jin, he thought and opened a cupboard, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Jin.
Sighing and slowing down, Kazuya poured the bourbon fluid into a glass and as he took the first sip, he thought of Jin and of how he simply just drove Kazuya crazy.
He treated Kazuya like a child, like an idiot, at times, as if he was visible, then, just a few hours later, he would give Kazuya those looks that made him all hot and so damn horny, before Jin would go off ignoring him again - or treating Kazuya like he had no idea about the hotel.
Kazuya had never been this mad.
In front of Jin, he acted all collected and as if he wouldn’t even notice what Jin was doing. He was reserved, arrogant and coolly around Jin, but inside, Kazuya was boiling with rage.
When he came to his room and sat down on his couch, his cat gave him a look and stood up, coming over to hop into his lap.
Kazuya ran his hand through the soft fur and closed his eyes, taking another long sip from his drink.
“Hey, Vanilla”, he said and leaned back, making himself comfortable. The cat purred and moved its head, as Kazuya ran his hand over it.
That was how he woke up next morning - sprawled out on his sofa, the cat comfortably resting on his stomach. Kazuya sat up with a look at his watch, rubbing his back and nape. He had more than an hour left to get to the hotel, so he went to the kitchen first to make coffee, before he took a shower.
He watched Vanilla having his breakfast, while standing in a towel, sipping hot coffee and his thoughts trailed back to how much he didn’t want to return to work.
He loved the job, there was no doubt about it, but he could enjoy it even, if Jin wouldn’t make it a living hell for him. Kazuya sighed and put his cup down, staring at the cat merrily eating away its food.
He had been wrong, thinking he could handle Jin. He couldn’t. The way Jin treated him, all those games; Kazuya wasn’t shaped out for that. How much longer would he be able to pretend, to play along, to endure this? If he just wouldn’t physically react to Jin like that, if he wouldn’t feel so attracted every time Jin came close, ran a hand along Kazuya’s arm or just looked at him in that way. That way that said so much and yet, not enough.
But he didn’t have a choice, Kazuya thought and went over to his bedroom to get dressed. He had to go back and face his misery, face Jin and everything that came along with being around him.
As he left the flat, Kazuya checked his watch again and hurried to the train station, catching a train earlier than his usual one and arrived at the hotel almost ten minutes early. He greeted the porter at the front door and had a short chat with the girl at the reception, before he took the lift upstairs to the main offices.
Kazuya opened the door, while checking his mobile phone and frowned at the sound that reached his ears. As he looked up, he stopped and stared.
Jin chuckled. It had clearly been a chuckle and Kazuya had never heard a noise like that from the other one before.
The reason for that was clear. It was the man sitting on the edge of Jin’s desk, leaning over. He had a wide smile, black hair, sleepy eyes and a slim figure.
Kazuya took in all those details in that one second he stared at them.
“Excuse me”, Kazuya said coolly and walked in, closing the door behind himself.
“You are a little early, Kamenashi”, Jin noticed with a look at his watch. He stood up and Kazuya noticed that his fingers stroke over the other man’s thigh - as if by coincidence.
“I didn’t know you had a guest up here”, Kazuya just answered. “I can use the back office at reception, if...”
“No, it’s fine”, Jin said. “We wanted to leave, however.”
Kazuya shrugged and put his bag down at his desk, turning on his notebook.
“We’ll be in my suite upstairs”, Jin added and observed Kazuya with keen eyes. “I think I’ll be back in about two hours.”
Kazuya didn’t look up from the letters he was going through. “Fine.”
Jin waited for a moment longer, then he held the door for his guest. “Let’s go, Ryo.”
Only, when Kazuya heard the door fell closed, he looked up and saw Jin standing in front of the lift in the corridor. He was laughing with that raven-haired guy and they stood remarkably close to each other.
They’d be going up for a few hours? Certainly not to discuss the weather or even work. Not after Jin had given off those signs.
Kazuya clicked his tongue and sat down, as he opened his mailbox and tried to push aside the thought of what Jin was doing upstairs. He made a few phone calls and checked lists, sent out orders for kitchen, housekeeping and dining room, before he made a list with rooms he wanted to check today.
He looked at his watch and noticed, he had spent more than three hours already. And hated himself, because his first thought had been that Jin still wasn’t back downstairs.
Kazuya growled slightly, before he pushed back his chair and got up to go down and find the hotel’s housekeeper. He asked for her at reception and eventually found her in the linen room in the basement, where she checked the morning’s deliveries.
“How is it going upstairs?” Kazuya walked in, casually greeting her. She was about ten years older than him and had been in the position of housekeeping for years already. From his experience, Kazuya could tell that Hagiwara Sayori did a good job, but he had to admit that Jin, his father or whoever had set the schedule for the housekeeper and her chambermaids didn’t make it easy for her.
She smiled and wrote a few numbers to her paper. “Just twenty departures today; it’s not too busy.”
Kazuya nodded and waited for her to finish her checklist, then he crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave her a serious look. “I heard the girls talking yesterday.”
Sayori raised a brow. “Well, that’s what they do; I don’t think I can keep them from that.”
Kazuya gave her an amused look. “That’s not what I’m asking. I heard them talk about what they have to do every day.”
She frowned. “Some of them like to complain.”
Kazuya nodded. “Did you make the list of things they have to get done every day?”
“Akanishi-san did, after he checked the rooms.”
“How long ago?”
She shrugged. “A few years. It’s become our standard and it worked well. Why?”
Kazuya tilted his head. “I’m going to check all room together with you. And we’ll work out a new schedule for the girls. I am not quite satisfied with how it is right now.”
Sayori blinked her eyes. “I don’t think I have time to check every room with you.”
Kazuya smiled and nodded in agreement. “I hoped you would say that. I guess I know an effective way to get a closer look at the rooms, without stealing any of your time.”
When he came back upstairs with a satisfied smile of accomplishment in his face, Kazuya saw Jin at reception, talking to some people and gesturing with his hands. Kazuya frowned and walked over, trying to catch what the conversation was about.
“I told you, I’ve come here for years already, and each year, I have a suit with a balcony.”
“Sir, I understand that, but your booking details say otherwise.”
“Your receptionist must have made a mistake. I booked right away, before we left last year.”
Jin checked the computer again and nodded. “That is right, Sir.”
“And I booked the exact same suit we had the years before. 207; one with a balcony.” The man crossed his arms and gave Jin a stern look.
Kazuya sneaked into the reception and put on a nice smile, as he stopped next to Jin. “Ah, it’s nice to see you, Hirose-san.” Kazuya reached out his hand and shook the man’s, as if they were old friends. “Is there any problem?”
Jin just stared at him and almost didn’t hear the man’s answer.
“Something went wrong with my booking.”
“Sir, I told you we’re booked out; there is nothing...”
Kazuya gave Jin a light kick behind the reception counter and smiled at the man again, as Jin fell silent. “Hirose-san, why don’t you have a cup of coffee or a drink with your wife in our bar and I see what we could do?”
The man raised a brow. “That sounds like an offer.”
“Ohki”, Kazuya said to one of the porters and waved him over. “Could you please show Hirose-san and his wife to the bar? And tell Yamashita-san that all their orders are at no charge.”
Jin raised a brow and gave Kazuya a long look, as the guest was lead away. “And now?”
“Now, I’ll go up and prepare 207,” Kazuya took off his jacket.
Jin laughed. “It’s an arrival tomorrow.”
“I know that. I checked the list this morning.”
Jin nodded. “I thought so. You even remember the names of the arrivals.”
Kazuya shrugged. “A habit of mine. It comes in handy at times.”
Jin gritted his teeth. “Apparently.”
Kazuya turned and suppressed the grin. If he couldn’t win against Jin on a personal level, he could at least win on a business level. “I’ll go up with Hagiwara and check the room, prepare it for them. Send them up in twenty minutes.”
Jin raised a brow. “And tomorrow’s arrival?”
“We make it as a departure tomorrow morning and whoever was booked on 207 doesn’t know, so we’ll just move them to 308.”
“What if they’ll complain?” Jin crossed his arms, observed Kazuya, as Sayori came in.
“I don’t think they will. I checked all lists this morning and they didn’t request a balcony when they booked. They just want a suit. 308 is a suit, isn’t it?”
Jin nodded slowly.
“Okay, Hagiwara, we’ll go upstairs. 308 is moving to 207 right away. We have to check the room.”
“I checked it as usual this morning”, she answered. “It was a departure, it’s all ready.”
Kazuya nodded. “Those people are a little fussy, I think, so we better just have a quick check again. Ah, Ohki!” Kazuya saw the porter coming back. “Please bring all suitcases from 308 to 207, please.”
The boy nodded and dashed off to fulfil his task.
Jin watched Kazuya leave, then he picked up the jacket from the chair Kazuya had put it to. He raised a brow and felt the fabric, before he just took it with him to the back office. “Send Kamenashi in, if he asks for me”, he just said to the receptionist and closed the door.
Jin waited a moment, then he gave in to the urge and closed his eyes, as he sniffed the fabric of Kazuya’s jacket. It wasn’t good material, not at all. A little worn out already and Jin had never before heard of the brand. But it smelled nice. Smelled of Kazuya and fresh washing powder and Jin couldn’t help, but smile.
He put it over the backrest of his chair, before he sat down and checked the arrivals for the next day, noticing that Kazuya had been completely right.
“Requirements”, he read slowly, “Bathroom en suit, double bed, close to lift.” This didn’t say anything about a balcony. Those people probably wouldn’t complain, if they’d give them room 308.
Jin looked up, as Kazuya came in without knocking the door.
“Where is my jacket?”
“Why did you take it off?”
Kazuya raised a brow. “In case I had to help upstairs.”
“Was the room okay?” Jin looked at the screen of his notebook again.
“I welcomed them in the room and showed them around. They are satisfied now.”
Jin looked up. “So, you’re free now.”
Kazuya frowned. “Why? I think everything is done and under control, there shouldn’t be anything....”
“I’m not giving you something to do”, Jin just said and got up. “Not that I could; you wouldn’t let me give you orders anyway.”
“Well, while you spent your time upstairs in your suite with your lover, I am managing this hotel.” Kazuya tried to keep his voice as neutral as possible.
“Is someone jealous?” Jin took Kazuya’s jacket and held it out for him.
With calm hands, Kazuya took it and pulled it over. “No, just disappointed in how you do your job.”
Jin just smiled. “Well, if you’re not occupied right now, I guess you have time to accompany me.”
“Where to?”
“Shopping.”
Kazuya raised a brow. “Now?”
“The hotel’s not busy, no one needs us here.” Jin shrugged. “I need to get a few things.”
“Well”, Kazuya murmured, suddenly not too sure anymore. Being all alone with Jin like that perhaps wasn’t a good idea. “Can’t you...”
“Come on now”, Jin just said and gripped Kazuya’s arm, pulling him along. “We’ll be back later. Before dinner”, he added and the receptionist just nodded.
Kazuya let Jin lead him to his car and got in without a word. The black Lexus was too small for Kazuya’s likings, but Jin apparently wanted it exactly that way. He seemed comfortable behind the wheel.
They didn’t talk for the whole drive and Kazuya frowned when Jin pulled to a stop in front of a store, parking just wherever he wanted.
“You can’t park here”, Kazuya reminded him. Jin just grinned and told him to get off. When he had left the car, he saw Jin handing the keys over to a man. Kazuya took a look around.
All stores and shops were expensive ones and Kazuya sighed, not surprised it was the first address Jin would consider.
“We’ll go in here”, Jin said and Kazuya followed him into one of the stores. He felt a little out of place with all those expensive clothes around him.
“We need a few suits for him”, Jin explained to a woman. “Preferably black and grey. No dark blue.”
Kazuya just stared at him.
“What’s your size?” Jin turned to him, giving him a appraising look.
“What?” Kazuya took a step back. “What are you doing?”
“Listen, I’m not saying you don’t look good. I like how you look in suits, it’s kind of sexy”, Jin said and winked, “but yours don’t have the standard the hotel requires.”
Kazuya just stared at him.
“So, I’ll get you a few new ones.”
The woman came back with three different suits over her arm; all of them grey. “Would you rather like to have a look around for yourself?”
Jin shook his head. “No, he’ll try these. Where are the fitting rooms?”
Jin took Kazuya’s arm again and pulled him along to the fitting rooms. “We need a few black ones, too”, he said to the shop assistant and she hurried away again.
“I didn’t ask for this”, Kazuya said, fighting for his composure.
“I know. I’ll pay them; view it as a welcome to the company gift, or something.”
Kazuya gave Jin a sharp look. “I’m leaving.”
Jin caught him back in just the right moment. “Listen. I’m not doing this for you”, he said then. “I’m doing this for the hotel. I can’t have you walk around there in a suit like the one you’re wearing right now. The guests see the difference.”
Kazuya bit his lip, his back still to Jin. “I didn’t mean to make you ashamed of me.” The words came out pressed.
“I’m not ashamed”, Jin said and his voice got a little softer. “To me, it doesn’t matter.”
“Why are we here then?”
“Because I care about my hotels and I can’t have anyone working there below our standards.”
Kazuya swallowed and turned. He fetched his arm free from Jin’s grip and disappeared into a fitting room.
Jin rolled his eyes and sat down in one of the arm chairs, waiting. He checked a few things on his BlackBerry while waiting and looked up, after a while, checking his watch, as Kazuya hadn’t come out again.
“Are you okay in there?”
“Almost done”, Kazuya replied lowly and a few seconds later, he came out, handing two suits to the shop assistant. “I’ll take these two, the other one not.”
Jin gave him a clueless stare. “Did you ever go shopping with someone?”
Kazuya rolled his eyes. “I don’t need your opinion to know what looks good on me and what not.”
Jin took the black ones the woman held out for Kazuya and went into the fitting room. “Okay, so I’ll just watch you change.”
Kazuya followed him inside and closed the door, giving Jin an angry look. “You just wanted to do this to see me strip off my clothes?”
Jin grinned. “Well, it’s a nice side-effect.”
“You don’t really think I’ll change now?”
Jin smiled and leaned in, bringing his hands up to Kazuya’s shoulders. “I could help you.”
“You like to molest me in small, narrow rooms.” Kazuya gave him a cold look.
“I like to molest you in general.”
“And in general”, Kazuya pressed out, “I don’t like it.”
Jin stepped back a bit and sighed, clicked his tongue. “Just change. I’ll wait outside for you to show me.”
Kazuya knew that was the only compromise he’d get, so he just nodded and waited for Jin to leave the stall, then he let go of his breath and took a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He changed into one of the black suits and then opened the door, stepped out into Jin’s view.
“Now look at this”, Jin said and smiled satisfied. “You look pretty good in black.”
Kazuya shrugged.
“Grey suits you better, though.”
“I’ll try the next one”, Kazuya only commented and disappeared back into the stall. They repeated that for two more times, then Kazuya changed back into his suit. When he came out of his fitting room, Jin was gone and he frowned, making his way back into the shop area, where he saw Jin at the checkout counter.
“Wait”, he said and hurried over. “You’re not going to pay this.”
Jin smiled. “I am.” He put a hand to Kazuya’s arm to keep him from getting out his wallet. “After all, I pushed you to buy new ones.”
Kazuya shook his head. “No, I am buying what I need for my job.”
Jin raised a brow and watched Kazuya handing over a credit card to the woman. He held back the question for Kazuya to be able to pay these, as obviously, he was.
Kazuya took the bag the woman handed him and smiled. “Thank you.” He wouldn’t eat until he’d get his first paycheque, but that was worth keeping his face in front of Jin.
They left the shop together and Jin’s car was brought back that very moment. Jin took his keys and Kazuya got in at the passenger’s side, the bag in his lap.
“I’m hungry now”, Jin pointed out. “There’s a good restaurant close by. Should we have lunch?”
Kazuya frowned. “Shouldn’t we go back?”
“They don’t need us there every minute of the day.” Jin pointed at his BlackBerry. “And they can always call, if there’s anything.”
“I’m not feeling well with the thought of just going shopping and having lunch while I should be working.”
“Relax.”
Kazuya shook his head. “That’s not the way to manage a hotel.”
“You need to be able to rely on your staff. And I am hundred percent sure my stuff can handle the hotel a few hours without me.”
“You haven’t been around all day”, Kazuya reminded him.
Jin gave him a smug smile. “And every single minute was worth it.”
Kazuya just shook his head, giving Jin an indignant look, before he turned his head and looked out of the window.
“You’ll see”, Jin said and sped up the car, “we’re going to have fun today, pretty.”
Jin was more than satisfied with himself, as he came into the office the next morning. The last day had been perfect. First, he could have made Kazuya jealous with Ryo - what was convenient for him, because that way he had tested, if Kazuya still had interests in him in the first place.
He just acted a bit too cold at times. Just cold enough to make Jin believe, Kazuya really had lost any interest in him - and that, Jin had to prevent.
Bringing Ryo had been slightly unfair, though. He had pretended something was going on between the two of them and Kazuya had fully believed it; had fallen for all of it.
He had mentioned it over and over again.
The day had been nice; they had had lunch together in a very good restaurant and whenever Kazuya had forgotten about his defence for a few minutes, he had actually been just as cute and charming as Jin remembered him from the beginning.
The fact that Kazuya had lied about a few facts didn’t change that he still was the same person.
He was arrogant and pretty sure of himself, as Jin had found, but what attracted him most was the resistance Kazuya put up. He didn’t give up on it, even though his attraction to Jin was so very obvious.
Jin wanted to lure him out, get him to drop that guard and lose his mind. He wanted Kazuya to be the one begging for Jin’s attention, begging for Jin to...
Someone pulled him off of his thoughts, as he stood in front of the lift.
“Akanishi-san.” A sharp whisper next to his ear told him it was the head-porter and Jin turned to him.
“What is it, Matsumoto-san?”
The porter pulled him to the side. “It’s about Kamenashi-san.”
Jin raised a brow. “Do you have any complaints?”
Matsumoto shook his head. He was a good porter, but at times, Jin thought, he got too full of himself and thought he could manage the hotel better than Jin.
“He’s upstairs; Akanishi-san.”
“And that is bad, because...?”
Looking around, Matsumoto leaned in closer. “He’s with the chambermaids”, he whispered.
Jin froze and threw him a long look. “You mean working with them?”
Matsumoto nodded. “Apparently, he talked about it with Hagiwara. He has his own rooms and well... does the work of a chambermaid.”
“Which rooms”, Jin only asked.
“Apparently he’s on floor seven.”
Without any other word, Jin walked off, back to the lift and pressed the button for the seventh floor. He saw Kazuya right, when he got off - the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, white linen in his arms, his hair... Jin stopped and stared at him.
Kazuya had tied his fringe in a small tail that plopped to the side, as Kazuya now tilted his head.
“What the hell are you doing?”
Kazuya gave him a slight smile and turned again to walk to the room, which’s door was wide open. “I’m making up rooms.”
“Are you kidding me?”
Kazuya shrugged and started to make the bed. “I get a closer look at the room and that way, find out what we have to improve.”
Jin stood in the doorframe, staring at Kazuya, as he made the bed with quick, experienced moves.
“You’re a manager, not a chambermaid”, was all he could say.
“I know that”, Kazuya answered. “It doesn’t change the fact that I did this kind of job before and it’s not a problem for me to help out.”
“Where is Hagiwara?”
Kazuya pushed the bed back to position, as he was done and raised, looking at Jin. “It was my idea.”
“How could she have agreed to something like this?”
“I’m her boss.”
Jin took a deep breath, but it wasn’t any help. He was still boiling with anger inside. “You’re done here. I will personally guide you through the rooms, but you are not going to do work like this.”
Kazuya just raised a brow and took a cleaning cloth, starting to dust the room. “I guess I know best how to do my job.”
Jin was next to him in a matter of seconds. “I have the impression you have no idea what your job is about.”
“And I have the impression you’re looking down on your staff.” Kazuya stared at Jin with a firm look, not giving in to Jin’s anger.
Something broke inside Jin, he could hear it, the shattering, the loud thud and he was pretty sure it was his composure; that last bit he had still had.
He pulled Kazuya in and saw the surprise in those dark eyes, for just a second, before their lips crushed together and Jin took control of it. Kazuya’s eyes got darker and Jin didn’t meet a single sign of resistance, not even a small bit.
Instead, Kazuya pushed him, further and further, fired him on with his lips to give more, take more - to make it more than just a kiss.
Jin ran his hand up into Kazuya’s hair and gripped it, as his tongue explored, his lips nipped and his teeth bit. He sighed slightly, a small noise, just that sigh and as an answer, Kazuya moaned quietly and closed his eyes.
When he ran out of breath, when he couldn’t take it anymore - because Jin knew it was just a matter of seconds, before he would push Kazuya to the bed he had just made up - he pushed Kazuya away, held him on a safe distance by his shoulders.
Kazuya looked at him, stared and Jin wondered how he could have held yesterday, when they’d been together for so long, but today, it had just taken this bit to make him snap out of it and lose his self-control.
“That’s what you get for making me angry”, Jin commented, as if he had punished Kazuya.
In a way, he probably had, Kazuya thought and licked his lips slowly. “Well... I guess, I need to talk to Yamashita.”
Jin turned his eyes to him, his hands still firm on Kazuya’s shoulders, his look confused.
“To ask for a few shifts in the bar”, Kazuya explained. “Or probably, I could help out at reception or even in the kitchen.”
Now, Jin had to laugh.
“Which of those would make you angry most?”
Jin shook his head and pulled Kazuya in again, taking another kiss, a calmer one this time. “Are you serious?”
Kazuya took Jin’s tie and drew him close, hovering his lips over Jin’s. “You better go back down; I don’t have time now. My rooms must be finished by twelve.”
“We’ll talk about this.”
Kazuya just smiled and let go of Jin, stepping back. “Well, neither of us is thinking about talking right now, but you can pretend.”
Jin watched Kazuya, as he opened a cupboard and dusted it from inside, stretching his body to reach the top.
He definitely didn’t think of talking right now.
“Do you always get your own way?”
Kazuya threw him a smile. “Always.”
Jin just observed him for a bit longer, then he murmured “stubborn bastard”, before he turned and left the room.
Kazuya waited a moment, then he just let his knees give in and he sank to the floor, staring blankly at the wall. His heart was still pounding loudly in his ears and his hands were shaking.
Whatever Jin did to him, it was unpredictable and breath-taking and left Kazuya at the edge to insanity.
Kazuya had never before wanted someone as much as he wanted Jin and he knew that gave him a huge disadvantage, because Jin had to be blind to not notice that.
But Kazuya had been blind to an important factor, too; something he had just not noticed until now. Something that gave Jin a disadvantage, too and brought them back to equal terms.
The kiss had just made it clear, the way, Jin had lost it all, had just taken, what he longed for and couldn’t hold back any longer.
Jin wanted Kazuya just as much.
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Took you quite a while to realise, Kazuya. Now, go, pay him back. I think what this whole fic is really about will kick off with the next chap, so... sorry, if this one was a bit boring ^^;;
Thanks for reading ♥