Persuading Kenchiki wasn't that difficult, since he had a weapon of mass destruction. His thoughts drifted back to how he convinced him or more like manipulated him into agreeing, but in the end, it's for his safety, so it should be alright, isn't it?
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Kenchiki still couldn't believe what his brother asked him to do, sure if he asked him to kill someone for him, he would do it without batting an eye, but beating up a man so that his brother can play hero for him is not something he is interested in making a reality.
He knows how it would end. His brother would be compassionate to this man. Then the man would suddenly realize how handsome his brother is when he is changing his gauze and just like that he will start having unfounded feelings for his brother and seduce him, but that wouldn't work, so he will pretend he nearly died and con his brother into having sex with him, not in this lifetime, h
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Yoshiki shoved the door closed behind him and hauled Alister into the middle of the living room before letting the foot he was holding drop. After he ruthlessly kicked Alister in the stomach, he moved towards the kitchen to get something to drink, completely ignoring the groan of pain the unconscious man let out. Taking some sips of the juice he got from the fridge, he made his way over to the prone Alister, suddenly imagining all the ways he could kill him so he doesn't get between him and Kenchiki. Maybe he could slowly cut off all his limbs until he was a headless torso, maybe string him from the ceiling fan and turn it on, or maybe cut all his tendons and watch as the realization of never moving again shows in his eyes, but sadly he had to save him instead. Yoshiki looked down at Alister and found that he had a problem. Where was this idiot supposed to recover because it sure as hell isn't on his bed, hell would freeze over before he gave his precious baby to thi
Alister couldn't help but hate this world. He couldn't stop sneezing and as a result, he was kicked out of the station for disrupting the peace, and thus he spent the entire night drinking his annoyance away. As he was finally making his way towards his house, at four in the morning, he was met with a problem. A big one. He was being surrounded by men in black and crowded, or you could say herded, into a dark and dingy alleyway, the kind that those dead bodies were usually found in as the protagonist of the movie is running for their life. Each one of the thugs-looking guys was holding a gun. He could tell that they were mafia, they were the only ones with the guts to hold a gun to someone so early in the morning without the worry of being discovered and have the cops called on, but he couldn't recall having provoked anyone of power recently; because he made sure to remember all the powerful mafia groups and to be respectful to them so as to avoid this kind of
Yoshiki waited for the waste of a human to say something, anything really, to avoid looking at his stupid face longer than he has to seem polite and welcoming. You'd think he'd at least have a cute-ish face, but unfortunately, not everyone could be as handsome as him or as dashing as his lover, but he's become more ugly since the last time he saw Alister, then again it could be because of the beating he received last night, but it also couldn't be because of that and it's that his disgusting, dirty, soul was leaking out to his skin. Poor him, he couldn't last any longer, so he looked over Allister's shoulder to avoid looking directly. Much better. His eyes felt cleaner already. Tired of standing in his living room like some clown, he turned and turned the flat-screen TV on. Flipping through the channels, he tried to find something worth watching until finally, he found one; some woman was taking a chunk out of a man. The scream of the man was so earth-shatteri
Following the instructions of his dear brother, Kenchiki had happily beat the crap out of the man and now stood by to watch as his brother played hero for him. He expected that although his brother had to postpone moving into the manor with him, he would at least come to visit or even call, to at least tell him he did a good job. But it has been many days and yet no call, text, or visit. He felt absolutely miserable. He felt like a used toy that was thrown aside as soon as interest in it was lost. He glared at his phone, telling it to ring with his eyes, and he sat there as the hours passed by. He sighed in defeat after three hours and the phone didn't so much as light up. He angrily threw it against the wall. Kenchiki pulled open his desk drawer and dug through two of them before he found what he was looking for. Ripped the packet open, removed a cigarette, and took the lighter from his jacket pocket. He quit a couple of years ago and hasn't smoke
Daisuke panicked when he realized his host was being taken advantage of by the wicked brother. It couldn't allow its host to be eaten cleanly like this. It must protect its host's chrysanthemum. It must or it will be beaten by the host. However, what was really happening differed completely from what Daisuke was imagining. Kenchiki was rather shocked when he was suddenly dragged onto the bed and pressed down. He was then kissed senseless by his half-asleep brother. Even half-asleep, Yoshiki was an amazing kisser. He shifted his body to push himself up from lying sideways, so he could straddle him and place his arms on either side of his body. Kenchiki couldn't help the moan he let out into Yoshiki's mouth as his hands clutched the small of Yoshiki's back. Kenchiki was clinging to his brother's body and moving his hand up and down his brother's back. Kenchiki happily gave in to the surrounding warmth, he threw caution to the wind and star
He chewed slowly as he took in everything at the 'scene'. Kenchiki shot Alister on the hand. Alister had a bloody hand and there was a phone on his lap while Kenchiki currently had a guilty and panicked look on his face. Alister came out of his shock first and screamed hysterically. Yoshiki could not make sense of what he was saying. "Daisuke?" ["Yes, host?"] "Please bring up the silencing shield quickly." ["Yes, host."] ["Host?"] "Yes?" "Are you not worried about your plan? It was completely ruined." "Oh, who said that my plan was completely ruined? Really, do you think I would leave such a high risk to my plan if it was different?" ["No host"] *Daisuke was terrified when it realized just how good its host was at plotting
In the kitchen Kenchiki was wolfing down the breakfast Yoshiki made, while Yoshiki was taking the coffee off the coffeemaker. He put it on the counter and took his seat to eat. He picked up his fork and knife and looked at the serving plate containing the omelet only to just notice there was only a small slice left for him; he looked at the other dishes and noticed the same thing except for the pancake. His sweat dropped, he just turned his back to remove the coffee and bring it over and yet all the food he spent half an hour making was almost gone, why was it that when he cooked and this idiot was around, he ate all his food; he looked at his idiot that was eating happily when he, the one to slave over the food only had a bite of it and it was almost gone, he glared with hateful eyes at his lover, the heartless thing was eating without any restraints. Kenchiki happily eats the delicious breakfast made by his lover and enjoys
* smut in the latter half of the chapter * Yoshiki was currently laying down spread eagle on the bed inside the master bedroom of his brother's personal manor. It has been three days since the death of the Male Protagonist and two days since Keith Hunter was released as Yoshiki requested. His plan was almost complete and all the pieces were in place except for one, but that required little planning, considering it was easy to place it in a position. He was looking forward to resolving everything by tomorrow night, and by the time the night is over, all his missions should be complete. But currently, he was so bored, Kenchiki was in his study doing paperwork and he was kicked out because he was distracting (apparently moaning from the taste of a cake is pretty distracting). So here he was, lying on the bed with nothing to do. He had never been this bored, not to mention he couldn't even watch his favo