“Reload” was done as an exercise. When we completed the original draft of CTBK, TogaQ and I discussed several “what if”s. Namely, what if Sakiyama never got the tracheotomy or if there wasn’t a twin to help the plot along? How would Kagura exact his revenge without the help of the ”alibi”? Then TogaQ wondered out loud if Sakiyama was a super-prick because he ‘sensed’ unknowingly that Kaguya wasn’t Kagura and Sakiyama only have a thing for the twin that’s basically the uke version of…well, himself.
So I did a reload of CTBK, starting from Chapter 3 (as you may recall, Chapter 1-2 details Kagura being treated poorly by Sakiyama). Here, Kagura’s twin-less and his agenda’s same yet re-focused. And my challenge from TogaQ was, I can’t kill Sakiyama while Kagura accomplishes the revenge.
This Reload will not have any bearing on the continuing novel of the original CTBK as posted. Think of this as a fanfic of a fanfic. Answering a question of “how would I do it differently”.
Unedited/Unbeted, etc.
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CHAPTER 3
“We don’t have to stay,” Kamiya Jun said. He had leaned in close, saying those words into Kagura’s left ear. “Father will take care of the usual – “
Kagura caught the hand that had reached for his waist. He was used to rebuffing the amours advances of the young man. It was a routine, almost a daily exercise.
“I am here to escort your father,” Kagura said. The polite smile remained on his face as he spoke. “If you are bored, you may go home early.”
Jun’s hand was released.
“You never like things like this,” Jun said. “You usually stay in the car.”
“I am interested in this one,” Kagura said. His eyes surveying the crowded expanse of the Hall. It was a place that he was familiar with. And being there again made his insides flutter with fright and excitement. It was the shell of the company that he had felled two years ago.
Nothing had changed in the two years. It was if someone had merely stopped the time. And now, the once-hollowed building was refilled with different people with different kind of energy. It was enchanting to be there.
“Go on home,” Kagura said, catching a glimpse of Jun’s father among the sea of similarly tuxedoed men. The black and the white mingled with women in an array of colorful cocktail dresses. The old man had interrupted a conversation between a man and a woman; casually insinuating himself and spoke to the man as if the woman hadn’t been there.
“I don’t want to go home by myself,” Jun whined.
Kagura pressed a finger over Jun’s mouth, quieting him in an instant.
“Go on home and wait for me,” Kagura said. “Will you do that?”
A blush colored Jun’s cheeks and he nodded mutely.
“Good boy,” Kagura said. “I’ll see you in your room tonight after we finish here.”
Another nod and Jun backed off; stumbling awkwardly toward the main exit. He looked back a couple of times before he disappeared through the crowd and then out through the doors.
It didn’t take long for Kagura to be offered wine and company, as soon as Jun had left his side. He gently declined company after accepting a half-filled wine flute. Kagura made his way toward Kamiya and his loud conversation with the man. The man who had hosted the party to celebrate his newly acquired company and building.
“Kamiya-san,” Kagura said. His voice was soft but it carried to the men easily on his approach. “Jun-kun had gone home.”
Kamiya nodded and gestured for Kagura to come closer.
“Kagura, let me introduce you – “
Kagura’s gave the man a brilliant smile.
“No need for introduction, Kamiya-san,” Kagura said and held out his right hand. “I know who Sakiyama-san is.”
A corner of Sakiyama’s mouth was pulled up in a half-smile. He looked as if he held back a laugh. He took Kagura’s hand into his, gripping it firmly.
“I am pleased that you do,” Sakiyama said. “New toy, Kamiya-san?”
The old man laughed heartily.
“Too old to do any of that kind of thing anymore,” Kamiya said as he wound an arm around Kagura’s waist. “But it’s nice to have pretty things.”
“That is true,” Sakiyama said, his hand that held Kagura’s loosened. Kagura’s hand held to Sakiyama’s – lingering for a few moments longer before he withdrew it. “How long had you had the new pet?”
“A little over a year,” Kamiya said. The arm around his waist slipped down until a hand was resting over Kagura’s hip. “Don’t let his looks fool you. He actually knows what he’s doing.”
“He absolutely looks like a pro.”
Another laugh burst from Kamiya. This time, louder and attracting attention from the people around them.
Kagura raised the wine flute up to his mouth, but didn’t drink from it. A perfect smile remained with his lower lip touching the rim of the glass. The meaning of it was clear.
“Kamiya-san,” Kagura said. “Will you be needing more time here? I will wait for you in the car.”
Kamiya patted Kagura’s hip affectionately.
“You may go,” Kamiya said.
Kagura pressed his wine glass into Kamiya’s hand. He gave Sakiyama a curt nod. Moments after Kagura excused himself and disappeared into the crowd, Sakiyama did so as he gave Kamiya an apologetic look.
oooooo
Kagura had only stepped out of the stifling Hall, barely enough time for him to take in the fresh night air before someone snatched him by one wrist.
“I am not sure if you are brave or stupid to be here, Edmonton-san,” Sakiyama said. He was pulling Kagura along, his steps wide and brisk.
“What are you –“
Kagura’s attempt to wrench his wrist from Sakiyama only made the grip tighten. Kagura winced, the pain flared from his wrist that was being twisted at an angle.
“You asked for this,” Sakiyama said, his stride unbroken. They were heading toward the elevators toward the end of the hallway.
“Let go!”
A few wait staff looked at them as they passed, but said nothing and their face registered nothing. Simply a quarreling couple looking for privacy.
“Are you regretting your decision of coming here tonight?” Sakiyama said. They had reached the elevator and he stabbed at the button, lighting it up. “It couldn’t be a mystery to you what this place is and who owns it now.”
A bell signaled the elevator’s arrival and the doors parted. Kagura was shoved into it as Sakiyama stepped in. Before Kagura could push past Sakiyama to scramble out, the doors had hiss closed.
“Did you believe I would let you walk out of here?”
Sakiyama took steps forward until he boxed Kagura into the corner.
“You benefitted from what I did,” Kagura said. “If I hadn’t brought down the company, you wouldn’t have what you have now.”
Sakiyama’s smile widened, then he broke into a laugh. Kagura watched him, saying nothing until the laughter calmed to a snicker.
“You are still as cute as I remember,” Sakiyama said. “I have what I have now because you didn’t complete what you were supposed to do. Did you come back to finish the job?”
Kagura’s expression softened. He looked amused.
“You are certainly full of yourself, Sakiyama-san. What made you think I give a damn about you.”
The smile never left Sakiyama, even as a thumb and forefinger tipped Kagura’s chin up.
“And you hadn’t changed…the prissy bitch with little sharp teeth…”
He leaned in, kissing Kagura on the mouth lightly at first. Testing Kagura’s resistance. When there weren’t any, his mouth pressed harder over Kagura’s – his tongue slipped into the mouth that tasted of wine. Kagura’s response was tentative; careful. He allowed the kiss but he hadn’t reciprocated in the same vigor.
“Came back to thank me properly?” Sakiyama suggested, leaning back to press the top button on the panel. The carriage moved quickly, pulling them up toward where Kagura used to be stationed and where they were together last time. Kagura only looked at the digital panel with the numbers rapidly increasing.
“Yeah,” Kagura finally said.
The elevator slowed to a stop. Even before the doors slid open, Sakiyama had already snatched Kagura’s hand into his and leading him. There were hesitancy in Kagura, Sakiyama can feel it. The occasional pronounced resistance and fear in each step he took. A forgotten anticipation renewing in Sakiyama that was like an arousal. Just like that night when he finally snatched the elusive prize.
“Please…somewhere else…” Kagura finally said, his voice had lost the confidence it held only minutes earlier. Sakiyama glanced over his shoulders and saw Kagura’s eyes had grown large with fear.
Sakiyama grinned.
“Consider this a part of your therapy, Kagura,” Sakiyama said, opening the Presidential office suite with a card key he fished out of his pocket. “I’m doing you a favor.”
The room wasn’t as he had expected. As soon as the light clicked on – his former workspace lit up to shocking emptiness. Most furniture were pushed to one end of the room, stacked atop of each other and covered in white linen. The cleared floor was vast, making him feel small as he walked through the once well furnished office. Kagura wasn’t certain what to make of Sakiyama’s intentions.
“Are you still afraid?”
The words echoed. The meaning of it didn’t register, even as Kagura made his way toward the panoramic window that looked over and down at the city lights below.
“Yes,” Kagura answered, although he wasn’t thinking of the years before then. He pressed a hand on the glass, absorbing the cold. He was remembering something. Something that he had thought he had forgotten, left behind in the space of that room. His throat went dry then, as he took in the darkness that was exactly like that night two years ago.
He had forgotten Sakiyama in that brief moment and his body had reacted before he had the presence of mind to. The familiar smell of Sakiyama’s cologne – barely masking the natural, raw scent that was distinctly his. Arms wound around his waist as Kagura was pressed gently against the glass pane. The chill that embraced his front side pulled Kagura out of his thoughts and back into the reality. He let out a breath – frosting a spot of the glass.
“Don’t struggle,” Sakiyama said into his ear. It wasn’t a command. It was said with a kind regard; a request. “I need to get back to the party so don’t dirty my suit.”
The words didn’t make sense to him, even as Sakiyama’s hands slipped down to Kagura’s beltline. Nimble fingers undid the belt and the buttons quickly and when the fingers came back to undo the zipper – Kagura squirmed reflexively.
“What did I say?” Sakiyama said, raising his voice. He shoved a knee up between Kagura’s thighs until Kagura was almost riding on it. “Stay still.”
With his pants loosened, the fingers slipped into his backside – worming its way down. Kagura let out a cry when a digit pushed into him without a warning. It hurt. The intimate pain made him cringe. Sakiyama chuckled.
“This hasn’t been used much since I had you?”
Kagura let out an unsteady sigh.
“I’ve not been with anyone else since.”
Another finger slipped in, spreading him.
“What an attractive lie.”
“It’s not …a lie…”
“I am glad to hear that,” Sakiyama said, his voice had dropped into a hoarse whisper.
The slow burn that had hurt before gradually turned into something delicious. Soothing and familiar – a heady arousal that was uncoiling from his groin up to his belly and to his throat. He could almost taste it. That sweet-bitter masculine scent. It pulled from him the vivid memories of that night. Except now, the recollections weren’t frightening or humiliating. It enthralled him; and filled him with a want that he hadn’t known he was capable of. And that very aspect repulsed him. He couldn’t want Sakiyama that way.
“I don’t like – “ Kagura started to say. He was hushed, his protest cut off abruptly.
“You won’t be hurt as long as you do what I want you to do,” Sakiyama said.
Fingers left him, leaving behind a curious kind of soreness. The knee that he was straddling left. With the support suddenly gone, Kagura nearly sank down to his knees. But he had held his ground, the pads of his fingers clenched as hard as they could onto the smooth surface of the window.
“Take off your clothes,” Kagura was told as Sakiyama leaned away from him, allowing Kagura to detach his front side from the chilled surface. He does so, feeling ridiculous as he stepped out of his shoes then his pants; both articles laid in an unkempt pile. He continued to strip, his face flushed and warm as he felt himself watched. His head remained lowered, even as the shirt was shrugged off his shoulders. He didn’t want to see the smirk on Sakiyama’s face that would be panned on the window.
“Brace yourself against the window,” Sakiyama said, after a long period of silence. “Spread your ankles.”
Protest started to brim but Kagura held it back, swallowing it as he placed the palms of his hands against the glass. He spread his ankles but it wasn’t wide enough. He continued to move them apart until Sakiyama told him he could stop.
Kagura’s cheeks were hot; he was already panting. Sakiyama’s approach was muffled by the carpet but Kagura could sense where he was. The man’s presence was tangible.
“You are shaking,” Sakiyama said. The voice was startling close. And when he placed a hand on Kagura’s bare hip, Kagura flinched. “Are you scared or just excited?”
The ridiculous question was asked with a chuckle. Sakiyama’s hand, tips of the fingers hard with callous – explored the slope of his spine. Up first and paused at the nape of his neck. Kagura’s trembling was more pronounced – he was horrified by the fact that he couldn’t make himself stop.
“Why did you come back?” The question came again.
“I don’t know.” It wasn’t the answer he wanted to give but he had said it. It was half true.
“Came back to flaunt Kamiya? Found an old piece of shit that you think will protect you from me?”
A hard slap on one of his cheeks of his ass was more shocking than it had hurt. Kagura gasped. Where he was struck, the spot was had turned hot. Sakiyama kneaded the warmed flesh roughly in one hand.
“Your life is going to change today, Kagura,” Sakiyama said softly.
Two fingers slipped into Kagura again but this time, it had hurt less and it went in easier.
“When my little bitch dog come running home, I don’t let it out of my house again.”
Before Kagura could mouth a word, the fingers inside him curled at an angle. The sensation that he felt in that instant was electric. He let out a cry. Sakiyama laughed.
“This your sweet spot?” Sakiyama said, his finger tips pressed harder over it again. Kagura’s body jolted, answering him.
“You’ll get my cock later,” Sakiyama said, clamping a hand over the back of Kagura’s neck to hold him in place. “Right now, I want to see you cum – all by yourself. I didn’t get to see that last time.”
The rubbing inside him was hard, rough. The pleasure borderlined pain at times. Kagura could only hear his own gasps and moans echo in the ample room as he was handled. He would have been appalled by it, if his body and mind hadn’t been racked with the kind of sensation that he could only respond to. Soon, he was screaming. His hands curled into fists. He wanted to pull away but Sakiyama had only held him harder.
“This can’t hurt,” Sakiyama said. “You are hard.”
“S…stop…” It was the only thing Kagura could mutter through the haze. His body twisted from the hip, trying to disengage itself from Sakiyama’s aggressive handling.
“A little more…” Sakiyama said. His voice sounded faraway to Kagura, a tinny echo. “You are already dripping on my floor.”
Kagura was alternately cursing and pleading – saying anything to make Sakiyama stop. The hand that had clutched the back of his neck only steeled – to the point that Kagura was certain his neck would break. The words stopped forming at one point, replaced with screams. Then everything was painted black.
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He heard a voice speaking first. Someone was talking on the phone, from the occasional pause and one-ended conversation. Kagura’s eyes fluttered open to see Sakiyama smoking a cigarette with his cellphone pressed against one ear. He was pacing the expanse of the room as he did so.
Kagura’s body was numb. Soreness came only when he tried to move. He lay curled on the floor, left where he had collapsed. There was no notion of time of how long he had been unconscious except that he was finally feeling the cold that permeated through the glass wall he laid near. But he hadn’t enough strength to gather in his two legs to even sit up.
A glance upwards and shame heated his cheeks. He could see a wet stain splashed on the glass; the one he didn’t remember leaving but knew he had. The viscous fluid hadn’t been copious but enough to leave several rivulets crawling down onto the floor. He squeezed his eyes shut and cursed inwardly at himself.
It was a few more minutes before Sakiyama finished his conversation on the phone and walked to the bathroom to flush the cigarette down the toilet. When he came out, he was drying his hand on a small white hand towel.
“Get dressed,” Sakiyama said and dropped the used towel on the floor. “Yohei will take you home.”
“…what?”
Kagura pushed himself up. He was unsteady. His movements were mechanical and dulled, as he collected his clothes from the pile and pulled them on.
“You no longer belong to Kamiya.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” Kagura said. His voice was hoarse, irritating his throat as he spoke.
“You’ll just have to be taught whom you belong to now.”
Kagura slid his pants on.
“I came back to let you finish,” Kagura said. “I don’t owe you a damn thing anymore.”
Sakiyama laughed.
“That’s why you will always be someone’s property, Kagura,” Sakiyama said. “You don’t have a full understanding of just how little you are worth to men like me. You don’t have a right to refuse.”
“Money is immaterial – “
“But it means everything in this world we exist in. Did you think Kanizawa will forgive your father’s debt if he knew you existed?”
The edges of Kagura’s mouth tightened. “You would give me to Kanizawa if I refuse to be with you.”
“I was giving you a hypothetical question. There is no choice for you to make.”
“You fucking bastard…”
“I’ll let you have as much say as you like while we are in this room, in this moment. Things will change after tonight.”
“You can go ahead and turn me over to Kanizawa,” Kagura said, buttoning his shirt in quick angry motions. “I’d rather be with that old fuck than you.”
“You are still not understanding your situation Kagura,” Sakiyama said. “I am the only one that gets to decide if you go to that ‘old fuck’. Maybe you will end up in one of his clubs licking up spilt piss and cum in the Club rooms. Maybe you are better fit in that kind of place. Everyone else but you, have the right to decide. Understand? Your own old man sold you years ago. You belong to whoever can afford to keep you.”
Kagura chewed on his lower lip, refusing to be baited into further argument that only made him more furious. He stuffed his tie into the pocket of his jacket.
“With your goddamn money, you don’t need me,” Kagura said, controlled anger.
There was a knock at the door and Sakiyama told the person to enter. A tall, serious looking man in a fitted Armani stepped in.
“With my money, I don’t need a lot of things,” Sakiyama said, straightening his suit. “But I also don’t give away what is mine.”
“Yohei,” Sakiyama said, turning to the tall man. “I’ll be home late. Make sure he stays. You may hurt him if he decides to be difficult. Just don’t break anything.”
“Of course, sir,” Yohei said. “Have a good night.”
With that said, Sakiyama strode out of the room. For a few moments – Yohei and Kagura only stared at each other. Sizing each other up.
“Let’s make this easy,” Yohei finally said. “I have a car in the private garage. We’ll leave quietly and without any drama.”
Kagura stood his ground for a few moments, unwilling to go on command. It was with stunning realization then that the office where they stood was his last vestige of sanctuary. Once he stepped out of that building and into Sakiyama’s manor – his freedom would truly be forfeited.
As if he had read Kagura’s thoughts then, Yohei let out a long sigh.
“Take as long as you need but it won’t change a thing.”
It took Kagura a few minutes longer to move toward him.
