[Fic] Revelation Chapter 2
A short chapter, but an extremely hard one to write. I thought I'd post what I have before my readers die of old age. *LOL* Life and work has been unkind. And my hair is falling off T__T (I hate this part of having a baby)
C.I. - Revelation Chapter 2
Pairings: Mik x Fei (FOREVER!)
Rating: NC-17(?)
Disclaimer: Mikhail, Fei Long, Yoh, Asami, Aki belongs to YA *pouts pouts*
"One drink." Fei Long wanted to bite his tongue for saying it. One drink was probably what it was going to take to make him lose his control and yet he had agreed to stay. But at that particular moment, despite his highly disciplined nature, the word 'no' was simply too painful to utter.
Mikhail held on to his arm a little longer before letting go. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips as he turned around and walked toward the bar as if he had been holding his breath after all this time. The truth was, he was holding back far more than that, and they both understood it too well.
Fei Long followed him with a heavy heart. It wasn't like Mikhail to be so quiet and reserved. Being in the same room as him never felt so awkward. But what did he expect? They were exactly where they shouldn't be, alone, with each other, in a place that brought back so many memories, too many memories.
He stood quietly behind the bar, watching the movements of Mikhail's hands skillfully fixing his their drinks. It was a sight he had seen more than a dozen times and still found himself unable to take his eyes off it. There was something irresistibly warming about Mikhail behind a bar or a kitchen table, with his sleeves rolled up casually to his elbows and his blue eyes focusing on the job at hand. It was the only time one may get a glimpse of his tenderness despite his coarser appearance and his ruthless mafia attitude.
"You're not even going to ask me what I want?" Fei Long teased playfully in an attempt to break away from his own thoughts and improve the suffocating silence in that room.
"I don't need to." Mikhail replied and turned around with a drink in his hand. "Bourbon," he grinned, looking rather proud of himself, "The way you like it."
The way he liked it. Only Mikhail would know him that well. "I ought to hire you as my personal bartender."
"Of course, love, but can you afford me?" Mikhail said playfully, mocking the voice of Philip Toh, "It takes more than money to please the Arbatovs."
Fei Long laughed quietly at the remark, relieved to see the old Mikhail starting to come back. The Russian's playfulness and his remarkable confidence were his best assets. It would be a shame to see them disappear.
"You never change, do you?" Fei Long asked playfully with a hint of affection in his voice.
"No." Mikhail replied as he stepped closer and stopped just inches from man before him. "Never." He whispered, raising his hand to touch the beautiful face with the tips of his fingers.
It was a simple touch and yet he almost jumped out of his skin for such contact. In truth, he wasn't even sure he didn't, for later he felt Mikhail's hand around his arm, trying to hold him steady.
"Is it really that hard seeing me again?" Mikhail asked with a concerned look on his face. He knew they would never be the same, but at least he wished Fei Long wouldn't be so distant.
If there was one person who could read him like a book, it was Mikhail Arbatov. He had never been able to hide anything from those blue eyes that seemed to watch his every move since the first time they met. Perhaps it was a good thing. But at that time, it surely wasn't. He knew Mikhail was holding back, waiting for a sign, a gesture, something that told him he had permission to approach. The moment he gave in, no matter how slight the gesture, Mikhail would try to claim it. And at that particular moment, he just couldn't count upon himself to resist.
As he looked down in an attempt to hide his expression, he noticed Mikhail's shirt was dripping wet and realized he had just spilled his drink all over it.
"Sorry." Fei Long apologized and quickly worked his way through changing the subject. That might very well be the break he needed. "You can send me a bill for that."
Mikhail just laughed and tossed him a nearby towel. "Why don't you save me the trouble of sending you a bill?"
He snatched the towel off the Russian's hand but not before giving him a deadly glare. He usually would never do such a thing for anyone. but under the circumstances, it was better than being confronted with the question he didn't wish to answer.
"Bastard." Fei Long complained as he blotted the drink off with the towel. He didn't want to look up. The man must be grinning like an idiot right about now.
But what he initially thought was a good break proved to be a bad idea. Mikhail's shirt was soaking wet right down to his skin, and he soon found himself unable to take his eyes off that body. The sight of his wet white shirt clinging to that well-chiseled body reminded him of what it was like to run his hands down that skin. And it didn't help that Mikhail was breathing heavily down his neck, daring him to do what he considered an unforgivable sin.
Why was it that everything he ever wanted was always out of his reach? He never understood his father's love for him until it was too late. Asami had left him just when he was starting to care. And now that he had come to realize how much Mikhail meant to him, despite where his heart truly lied, the man had come to belong to someone else. Was it the cruelty of living that everyone must go through, or was it just his fate?
Mikhail stepped closer and ran the tip of his fingers slowly down Fei's back, imagining the soft, flawless skin underneath. Every part of that body was once his to claim. Every inch of that skin he had kissed and tasted. Fei Long was his love and obsession. He had never desired anything more nor addicted to anything so madly. He knew he wasn't supposed to make his move and risked offending Fei Long. But to be that close and not at least taste those lips was too much torture.
"Don't." Fei Long protested with a slightly shaky voice just before their lips met. He was already at the limit of his self-control. One kiss was all it would take to make him lose it completely.
"Fei." Mikhail whispered, nuzzling his nose on the delicate cheek as he inhaled the sweet scent that mercilessly squeezed his heart. "I will always belong to you and you know it."
Fei Long looked at those blue eyes and realized what a big mistake he'd just made by accepting that one drink in the first place. How could he have forgotten the extent of Mikhail's affection for him? How many times had this man stripped down his defense with it?
"I can't do this." He stepped back and rushed to the elevator, praying that Mikhail did not follow or tried to stop him. It was hard enough telling himself to leave.
Leave. He repeatedly told himself. Leave and don't look back.
As the door closed he turned around to see Mikhail standing on the other side, looking at him with eyes that could stop his heart. The elevator descended and all the while he found himself breathing hard as if there wasn't enough air to breathe. It was the right thing to do. But why did he feel the constant need to convince himself of that fact? Why did everything feel so wrong?
Mikhail sighed heavily as he rested his hand on the wall by the elevator for support. All his life he had always followed his heart. He never realized until that day how hard it was to deny his own feelings. Fei Long had just slipped through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The chime of the elevator startled him from his thoughts. The doors slowly opened and in it stood the one man he didn't expect to see. Fei Long stepped out and confronted him with a furious look on his face. Without a single word he landed a heavy punch on Mikhail's left cheek that threw him off balance.
Mikhail steadied himself and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth as he tried to grasp the situation. "What the..."
"That's for making me do this." Fei Long snapped angrily as he snatched a handful of Mikhail's hair and pulled him down to a deep kiss.
It wasn't something he would normally do, letting his feelings overpower his judgment like this. But every restrains he was trying to pull off had proven to be a failure and for once in his life he did just what his heart told him to do. Still, he was frustrated beyond control, frustrated at Mikhail for being there, for tempting him, but most of all he was frustrated at himself for giving in to such temptation. At that point he just didn't care about anything anymore. He wanted this, and he was going to get it. Right here. Right now.
Faced with Fei Long's unquenchable desire and his own unbearable yearning, Mikhail let go of any trace of self-control he had left and immersed himself completely in that kiss. Fei Long had come back to him and nothing else mattered. No reasons were good enough to make him hesitate. No morals held enough value to stop him.
Locked together in each other's maddening desire, they held on to one another as if their lives depended on it. Every kiss was impatient and desperate, as if not doing so would mean the end of their very existence.
Fei Long cried out as Mikhail slammed his body against the wall, pinning him in place with his weight. He pressed his lips against the long, elegant neck, sinking his teeth into the softness of Fei Long's skin. He could draw blood from it and still it wouldn't be enough. He wanted it all. He needed the taste of Fei Long in his mouth, needed it to stay forever in his memory.
Fei Long accepted him without hesitation, pulling him closer and harder into his embrace. Long, delicate fingers grabbed the fabric of the bigger man's shirt and impatiently ripped it off the masculine shoulder. He desperately needed to feel the heat from Mikhail's body against his bare skin. He longed to feel that heart beating against his chest. Longed to be embraced, caressed, and loved by this man.
"Tonight I want nothing between us." Fei Long demanded.
A gentle smile appeared on Mikhail's face. If Fei Long only knew how he felt to hear those words from his lips. With Fei here in his arms, accepting him, wanting him, he could die that night and still his life would have been worth living.
Once more, Mikhail captured those lips with his, filling his mouth with the sweet taste of the man who possessed his heart. He removed the fabrics that separated them one by one, until there was nothing left but the bareness of their skin.
In the heat of the night among the breathtaking sight of Hong Kong's night sky, they clung to each other with all their strengths, stealing every chance to possess one another to satisfy their ravenous craving. It wasn't just about sex. It wasn't just lust. It was about feeling each other's presence, the warmth of each other's skin, the tenderness in each kiss, and the essence of love in every embrace.
Their hearts consumed with fire. Their bodies burned with passion. Engaged in an act that condemned them to hell, they tasted their glimpse of heaven. They embraced each other as if it was the first time they ever made love, at the same time realizing that it may very well be their last.
"Hold on to me," Mikhail whispered as he placed Fei Long's arms around his neck. "Don't let go."
Don't ever let go.
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There were still a few hours before dawn. Mikhail sat by the bed in his robe, watching his lover sleeping quietly by his side. His lover? To him he was. To Fei Long he may never be that man.
A tender smile appeared on the ruggedly handsome face as he rested his eyes on the cylindrical pendent on Fei Long's neck. But the smile rapidly disappeared as his eyes traveled down to the scar on an otherwise flawless chest. There was so much he didn't know about Fei Long, so much he needed to know.
But now that everything had turned out this way, would he ever get close enough to find out the truth? Will Fei Long ever trust him enough? He had convinced himself to let it go. But seeing Fei Long again like this had just made him realize he was far from ready to let go.
****
C.I. - Revelation Chapter 2
Pairings: Mik x Fei (FOREVER!)
Rating: NC-17(?)
Disclaimer: Mikhail, Fei Long, Yoh, Asami, Aki belongs to YA *pouts pouts*
"One drink." Fei Long wanted to bite his tongue for saying it. One drink was probably what it was going to take to make him lose his control and yet he had agreed to stay. But at that particular moment, despite his highly disciplined nature, the word 'no' was simply too painful to utter.
Mikhail held on to his arm a little longer before letting go. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips as he turned around and walked toward the bar as if he had been holding his breath after all this time. The truth was, he was holding back far more than that, and they both understood it too well.
Fei Long followed him with a heavy heart. It wasn't like Mikhail to be so quiet and reserved. Being in the same room as him never felt so awkward. But what did he expect? They were exactly where they shouldn't be, alone, with each other, in a place that brought back so many memories, too many memories.
He stood quietly behind the bar, watching the movements of Mikhail's hands skillfully fixing his their drinks. It was a sight he had seen more than a dozen times and still found himself unable to take his eyes off it. There was something irresistibly warming about Mikhail behind a bar or a kitchen table, with his sleeves rolled up casually to his elbows and his blue eyes focusing on the job at hand. It was the only time one may get a glimpse of his tenderness despite his coarser appearance and his ruthless mafia attitude.
"You're not even going to ask me what I want?" Fei Long teased playfully in an attempt to break away from his own thoughts and improve the suffocating silence in that room.
"I don't need to." Mikhail replied and turned around with a drink in his hand. "Bourbon," he grinned, looking rather proud of himself, "The way you like it."
The way he liked it. Only Mikhail would know him that well. "I ought to hire you as my personal bartender."
"Of course, love, but can you afford me?" Mikhail said playfully, mocking the voice of Philip Toh, "It takes more than money to please the Arbatovs."
Fei Long laughed quietly at the remark, relieved to see the old Mikhail starting to come back. The Russian's playfulness and his remarkable confidence were his best assets. It would be a shame to see them disappear.
"You never change, do you?" Fei Long asked playfully with a hint of affection in his voice.
"No." Mikhail replied as he stepped closer and stopped just inches from man before him. "Never." He whispered, raising his hand to touch the beautiful face with the tips of his fingers.
It was a simple touch and yet he almost jumped out of his skin for such contact. In truth, he wasn't even sure he didn't, for later he felt Mikhail's hand around his arm, trying to hold him steady.
"Is it really that hard seeing me again?" Mikhail asked with a concerned look on his face. He knew they would never be the same, but at least he wished Fei Long wouldn't be so distant.
If there was one person who could read him like a book, it was Mikhail Arbatov. He had never been able to hide anything from those blue eyes that seemed to watch his every move since the first time they met. Perhaps it was a good thing. But at that time, it surely wasn't. He knew Mikhail was holding back, waiting for a sign, a gesture, something that told him he had permission to approach. The moment he gave in, no matter how slight the gesture, Mikhail would try to claim it. And at that particular moment, he just couldn't count upon himself to resist.
As he looked down in an attempt to hide his expression, he noticed Mikhail's shirt was dripping wet and realized he had just spilled his drink all over it.
"Sorry." Fei Long apologized and quickly worked his way through changing the subject. That might very well be the break he needed. "You can send me a bill for that."
Mikhail just laughed and tossed him a nearby towel. "Why don't you save me the trouble of sending you a bill?"
He snatched the towel off the Russian's hand but not before giving him a deadly glare. He usually would never do such a thing for anyone. but under the circumstances, it was better than being confronted with the question he didn't wish to answer.
"Bastard." Fei Long complained as he blotted the drink off with the towel. He didn't want to look up. The man must be grinning like an idiot right about now.
But what he initially thought was a good break proved to be a bad idea. Mikhail's shirt was soaking wet right down to his skin, and he soon found himself unable to take his eyes off that body. The sight of his wet white shirt clinging to that well-chiseled body reminded him of what it was like to run his hands down that skin. And it didn't help that Mikhail was breathing heavily down his neck, daring him to do what he considered an unforgivable sin.
Why was it that everything he ever wanted was always out of his reach? He never understood his father's love for him until it was too late. Asami had left him just when he was starting to care. And now that he had come to realize how much Mikhail meant to him, despite where his heart truly lied, the man had come to belong to someone else. Was it the cruelty of living that everyone must go through, or was it just his fate?
Mikhail stepped closer and ran the tip of his fingers slowly down Fei's back, imagining the soft, flawless skin underneath. Every part of that body was once his to claim. Every inch of that skin he had kissed and tasted. Fei Long was his love and obsession. He had never desired anything more nor addicted to anything so madly. He knew he wasn't supposed to make his move and risked offending Fei Long. But to be that close and not at least taste those lips was too much torture.
"Don't." Fei Long protested with a slightly shaky voice just before their lips met. He was already at the limit of his self-control. One kiss was all it would take to make him lose it completely.
"Fei." Mikhail whispered, nuzzling his nose on the delicate cheek as he inhaled the sweet scent that mercilessly squeezed his heart. "I will always belong to you and you know it."
Fei Long looked at those blue eyes and realized what a big mistake he'd just made by accepting that one drink in the first place. How could he have forgotten the extent of Mikhail's affection for him? How many times had this man stripped down his defense with it?
"I can't do this." He stepped back and rushed to the elevator, praying that Mikhail did not follow or tried to stop him. It was hard enough telling himself to leave.
Leave. He repeatedly told himself. Leave and don't look back.
As the door closed he turned around to see Mikhail standing on the other side, looking at him with eyes that could stop his heart. The elevator descended and all the while he found himself breathing hard as if there wasn't enough air to breathe. It was the right thing to do. But why did he feel the constant need to convince himself of that fact? Why did everything feel so wrong?
Mikhail sighed heavily as he rested his hand on the wall by the elevator for support. All his life he had always followed his heart. He never realized until that day how hard it was to deny his own feelings. Fei Long had just slipped through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The chime of the elevator startled him from his thoughts. The doors slowly opened and in it stood the one man he didn't expect to see. Fei Long stepped out and confronted him with a furious look on his face. Without a single word he landed a heavy punch on Mikhail's left cheek that threw him off balance.
Mikhail steadied himself and wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth as he tried to grasp the situation. "What the..."
"That's for making me do this." Fei Long snapped angrily as he snatched a handful of Mikhail's hair and pulled him down to a deep kiss.
It wasn't something he would normally do, letting his feelings overpower his judgment like this. But every restrains he was trying to pull off had proven to be a failure and for once in his life he did just what his heart told him to do. Still, he was frustrated beyond control, frustrated at Mikhail for being there, for tempting him, but most of all he was frustrated at himself for giving in to such temptation. At that point he just didn't care about anything anymore. He wanted this, and he was going to get it. Right here. Right now.
Faced with Fei Long's unquenchable desire and his own unbearable yearning, Mikhail let go of any trace of self-control he had left and immersed himself completely in that kiss. Fei Long had come back to him and nothing else mattered. No reasons were good enough to make him hesitate. No morals held enough value to stop him.
Locked together in each other's maddening desire, they held on to one another as if their lives depended on it. Every kiss was impatient and desperate, as if not doing so would mean the end of their very existence.
Fei Long cried out as Mikhail slammed his body against the wall, pinning him in place with his weight. He pressed his lips against the long, elegant neck, sinking his teeth into the softness of Fei Long's skin. He could draw blood from it and still it wouldn't be enough. He wanted it all. He needed the taste of Fei Long in his mouth, needed it to stay forever in his memory.
Fei Long accepted him without hesitation, pulling him closer and harder into his embrace. Long, delicate fingers grabbed the fabric of the bigger man's shirt and impatiently ripped it off the masculine shoulder. He desperately needed to feel the heat from Mikhail's body against his bare skin. He longed to feel that heart beating against his chest. Longed to be embraced, caressed, and loved by this man.
"Tonight I want nothing between us." Fei Long demanded.
A gentle smile appeared on Mikhail's face. If Fei Long only knew how he felt to hear those words from his lips. With Fei here in his arms, accepting him, wanting him, he could die that night and still his life would have been worth living.
Once more, Mikhail captured those lips with his, filling his mouth with the sweet taste of the man who possessed his heart. He removed the fabrics that separated them one by one, until there was nothing left but the bareness of their skin.
In the heat of the night among the breathtaking sight of Hong Kong's night sky, they clung to each other with all their strengths, stealing every chance to possess one another to satisfy their ravenous craving. It wasn't just about sex. It wasn't just lust. It was about feeling each other's presence, the warmth of each other's skin, the tenderness in each kiss, and the essence of love in every embrace.
Their hearts consumed with fire. Their bodies burned with passion. Engaged in an act that condemned them to hell, they tasted their glimpse of heaven. They embraced each other as if it was the first time they ever made love, at the same time realizing that it may very well be their last.
"Hold on to me," Mikhail whispered as he placed Fei Long's arms around his neck. "Don't let go."
Don't ever let go.
****
There were still a few hours before dawn. Mikhail sat by the bed in his robe, watching his lover sleeping quietly by his side. His lover? To him he was. To Fei Long he may never be that man.
A tender smile appeared on the ruggedly handsome face as he rested his eyes on the cylindrical pendent on Fei Long's neck. But the smile rapidly disappeared as his eyes traveled down to the scar on an otherwise flawless chest. There was so much he didn't know about Fei Long, so much he needed to know.
But now that everything had turned out this way, would he ever get close enough to find out the truth? Will Fei Long ever trust him enough? He had convinced himself to let it go. But seeing Fei Long again like this had just made him realize he was far from ready to let go.
****