Heaven Far Away

Chapter Thirteen - Opiate

Only once a year does Konbayoshi allow such boisterous noises in Opiate. And how fitting that it must be for his birthday, always. Having returned from his trip merely a couple of days ago, the club looked no different to him. He knew that leaving it in Chitose’s care was the best decision. Although Chitose didn’t carry the Konbayoshi family name, but he was more in charge of the family businesses than anyone else. Even him, if they must speak literally.

The evening started as per usual; phone calls to his office line and cell phone from various people all wished him happy birthday. Included were those who have been members of Opiate for as long as this place has been around. For example, there was Sugimoto, who now had even more of a tighter junction with the club and their business doings. Then, there was Mukai. The name alone was enough to have Konbayoshi frowning, and he knew it was a wise idea to not pass on his words of greeting to Chitose as well.

Everyone knows Chitose hated that man with each breath he took.

“Konbayoshi, the party is getting started; you should at least grace them with your presence.”

Konbayoshi looked up at Haruno and sighed with a nod. “I’ll be down there in a minute, you go on ahead.”

“Is Chitose-chan going to come tonight?”

“No, he’s at home.”

Home. What a bitter word.

He never regarded that family estate as a home that was warm or kind. Yet, as of right now, it was the only home that he knew and the only home that he has. Wasn’t it the same for Chitose as well? Turning off his computer after having finished replying to the numerous greetings, Konbayoshi picked up the suit jacket that was draped over the back of his chair. He did not bother dressing up for he did not plan on staying long. Chitose said that he would wait ‘till midnight, but Konbayoshi did not intend on making him wait for that long.


[Twenty-Fifth Floor]

“What? Why must I go to that place when everyone else is celebrating owner-sama’s birthday?”

Ren was putting on the finishing touches when Kazuya cried in a state of displeasure. The host did not bother sparing him even a single glance and continued on as he had previously. It was as if Kazuya did not even exist.

“Did you not hear me?!”

“Watch your tone, kid.”

And Kazuya visibly shrunk back; suddenly he remembered his position and Ren’s position. He was still a host in training, there was no ground for him to be screaming and yelling at Ren. Especially not when Ren was also partly training him.

“I just… I just find it a little unfair that I would have to go to that room when everyone else is celebrating.”

“Can you make your infatuation with the owner any more obvious?”

Kazuya flushed and turned his face away. Although he knew it was a public secret, he still wished that people would not bring that up as a topic to silence him. Kazuya knew that he could never find a response to an attack like that.

“Just go. If you behave well enough, maybe I’ll think about letting you out earlier.”

Moments ago, when Kazuya arrived in Ren’s room with a bright smile on his face, Ren had shattered his hopes. Kazuya hasn’t seen the owner in about ten days, and was just rejoicing about the fact that he will at least have a legitimate reason to approach the owner tonight! Then Ren saw him and told him that his training was going to be completed tonight.

Like a bucket of freezing cold water over his head, Kazuya froze in his tracks and could only stare at Ren in shock.

“Let me repeat it just one more time for your pea sized brain.” Ren cleared his throat and finally turned around from the mirror. “Go down to the specialty room in the basement and finish five bottles of Opiate in there. I don’t care how long it takes for you to finish them; but the longer you take, the longer you will have to stay in there. So it’s completely your choice.”

“How is that even training?!”

“Are you questioning my methods?”

Kazuya bit his lip to prevent himself from saying anything else that could cost him more time in that specialty room down in the basement. Five bottles were already enough to keep him busy for a night, there was no need to add more.

“… no, Ren-san.”

“Good. Now, remember not to lock that door. Only the owner has the code to over write the system. Go. I’m heading down to the lobby.”

Kazuya watched as Ren turned and walked out of the room with confident strides. He could not believe his luck! Who the fuck died and made Ren the boss?! Because he could not leave Opiate for the past weeks, he was left with no other choice but to order a silk tie from one of those online stores. It had been expensive, but for owner-sama, it was worth it! Now, he wouldn’t even get the chance to give it to him. Kazuya bit down on his lip and refused to cry. He was determined, he will finish those bottles of Opiate and come straight back up! Then he will give owner his present.

So that meant he will have to make his way down there now! In the elevator, his finger hovered about the L button before pressing for B1. He cannot; he cannot allow himself a moment of weakness before he’s finished with this supposed training. Asshole Ren, you wait ‘till I become a host!

The elevator descended to B1 and opened with a chime. The hallway was dimly lit and Kazuya looked down it with apprehension. This was a lot freakier when he was alone. His footsteps echoed in the hallway and he peered into the open room. His right hand patted along the wall and found the switch for the rooms. A flame red color engulfed the surrounding area and Kazuya reminded himself of the setting. The outer room had a T.V., a couple of sofa, a table, and the cabinet that was filled with Opiate. Then, right next to it was a curtain door with beads of what looked like crystal. Beyond that layer of curtain rested chests and a heart shaped bed in the middle of the room.

Specialty room, for those who believed in spending twelve hours together before allowed out.

He might as well do this with gusto! So he marched up to the cabinet, pulled out five bottles of Opiate and looked at them. They were the size of a regular 1L wine bottle, filled to the rim. The color appeared a faint purple. It looked ominous to Kazuya’s eyes. He wasn’t particularly well versed with alcohol and drinking all five bottles on empty stomach was like a death sentence hanging over his head.

Taking over the first one, he peeled open the lid and took a careful sniff. It smelt sweet; it reminded him of a cocktail. So maybe, this wouldn’t be too bad? So he took a gulp for experimentation’s sake. Mmm, it was fruity sweet and he could barely taste the alcohol! Kazuya was sure that his expression lifted in happiness at this finding, so the next gulps came with rapid acceleration. Taking that bottle with him, Kazuya wandered around the living room before going into the bedroom.

Upon opening a drawer, he found a variety of dildos sitting there for viewing –and probably using- pleasures as well. Running a hand over them, he noted that they felt new and looked new. This club probably takes care to update these things regularly so not to pass on any diseases. How considerate, he thought as he took another swig.

The bottle was rapidly diminishing, and his lips were splitting into a wide grin.

Ah ha, this was easier than he thought!

So he almost slammed down that first empty bottle on the table before picking up the second one. He looked at his watch –oops, he forgot his cell phone upstairs, oh well- and noted that it took him just about forty minutes. Which means, he will be done all of this in about four hours. Then, there is definitely still time to go back up stairs!

If one asked him to remember, he couldn’t possibly tell you when it was that he started feeling hot. Maybe it was half way through the second bottle, or perhaps the beginning of the third bottle. At the beginning, it was a dull heat that flushed his face, then, it was a rapid fire that threatened to consume him inside out.

So he shrugged off the vest he was wearing and left it on the floor. Then, it was the shirt underneath and he was walking around the room topless. This was unbecoming of a host, but he bet that no one knows about this place anyways. Other than Ren. He could care less if Ren came down to see him like this. It was all Ren’s fault to begin with anyways!

But no… the heat was becoming more unbearable. So unbearable that he could not sit, could not stand, and could not think. It was like a craving, an addiction that needed to be satisfied. By chance, his eyes landed on the opened drawer of dildos and he clearly felt his mind whirl.

What would it feel like to press one of those dildos up against his…

No!

Kazuya shook his head and turned his eyes away. But his thought would not leave him. Instead, it wondered, imagined, fantasized, so much so that Kazuya had to put down that bottle of Opiate and reach out to wrap his hand around one of the thick lengths. It was cool to the touch, soft to the feel, and Kazuya swallowed thickly while licking his lips. The back of his legs hit the bed and Kazuya fell back on it in some sort of a sprawl. He licked his lips again and reached down with a hand over his clothed erection, friction caused by the rub alone had him undulating upwards to greet the hand that had been so innocently inquisitive.

What’s going on? How does he go from feeling victorious to horny in merely a few minutes?

Now that he’s found the source of his problems, Kazuya put the dildo to his side for now and quickly unbuckled his pants. Each drag was painful until his cock was freed and his hand closed around the already erect organ. His eyes squeezed shut and in the blackness of his mind, he wanted to imagine.

Yet his body reacted without even the need for a fantasy image.

His hand pumped hard, his breathing laboured, his chest heaved and his free hand reached for the dildo that he had put aside minutes ago. Lifting his legs, he braced his feet against the edge of the bed, spreading out in the shape of an M easily. The power button was found on the dildo and Kazuya gasped at the sensation that the vibrations brought along the shaft of his penis.

Moan for the white hot fire that’s lit alive inside of him, his hips bucked upwards to greet his hand and downwards to meet the battery powered dildo that he had pressed right up against the length of his shaft, sliding up and down, slick with dripping bodily fluid.

Fuck! There must be something in this room!


[Lobby]

Not even an hour into the party and Konbayoshi was already beginning to feel the throbbing of a headache. Yet whenever he thought about excusing himself to leave, there came forward another surge of people who wanted to wish him happy birthday. His own employees knew very well that he disliked such events and have avoided him other than the obligatory “happy birthday” uttered quickly and quietly.

Thirty five.

Old, but not really. Young, but definitely not.

“Ah, owner.”

From behind, Ren’s voice stopped him and Konbayoshi sighed inwardly at another failed attempt at leaving. “What is it?”

“Do you have a moment? I need to talk to you about something.”

“Speak.”

“You know the specialty room downstairs? I had a client complain to me that it’s not working out properly.”

Specialty room downstairs? Konbayoshi frowned in concentration, trying to remember just what exactly Ren was referring to. That room hasn’t been used in a long time, so long that he can’t even remember when the last time someone made a formal request for it was. Of course, informal usage of the room went on all the time. “What about the room?”

“Well, it’s supposed to lock for twelve hours, but apparently, the door doesn’t lock anymore.”

“I see. That’s fine; I’ll go take a look.” Konbayoshi was already putting down his wine glass and heading towards the elevators.

“Ah, boss, before you leave.” Konbayoshi turned to look at Ren again. “Can I borrow your cell phone? Mine is messing up tonight, and I need to return a client’s call.” So many problems! Konbayoshi resisted the urge to roll his eyes but tossed Ren his phone either way. “Great, thanks!”

Konbayoshi waved a dismissive hand before turning to head for the elevators, just that split second; he missed the mischievous grin on Ren’s lips. The elevator took but a second to take him down. The hallway was as he’s always remembered it. What lied at the end of the hallway was a nightmare that Konbayoshi did not want to recall. It had happened before he took over from his uncle and even ‘till this day, he could still remember those pair of blue eyes starring up, lifeless and the body of what was supposed to be sakura tattoo. It was a night that had gone horribly wrong.

To this day, Chitose refuses to come down this way, and he couldn’t blame the host either.

Nearing the room, Konbayoshi glanced inside and reminded himself to shut off the lights and put away those bottles of Opiate before he would leave. God, these hosts and clients, couldn’t they at least clean up after themselves? Now, for this door. Trusting in Ren’s words, he swung it shut and heard it click. Then he twisted the handle and pushed.

It didn’t budge.

So he tried again, this time, putting more weight on it.

It still didn’t budge.

Looking down, he noted that the timer had already been in place and was now ticking down the time. Eleven hours, fifty nine minutes and thirty-three seconds, thirty-two, thirty-one…

… wait.

Then there is nothing wrong with this door!

Fuck.

Konbayoshi’s eyes widened in alarm and he quickly shoved at the door again. After a few tries, the owner gave up with a sigh, knowing that the door was sturdier than a bullet proof bank vault. He patted his pockets for his cell phone and then realized that Ren had borrowed it.

Fuck.

This cannot get any worse!

It’ll be a miracle if he could remember the overwrite code here and now! He’s not looked at it since he took over Opiate and that was, what, seven, eight years ago!? In his moment of agony, it was another noise that caught his attention. His body paused and Konbayoshi listened carefully. Where was that coming from?

Suddenly, it made sense to him. Someone was in here!
That’s why the lights were turned on, that’s why the bottles were open.

With that thought in mind, Konbayoshi took his steps –carefully and quietly- towards the beaded curtains. His fingers threaded through and parted it for him to enter. Beyond, laid a sight that had him stop dead in his tracks.

In the middle of the room, atop the bed, Kazuya lay naked with a vibrating purple dildo, being pushed in and out. Slow, fast, faster, and slower again. It was an erratic rhythm that was matched by the other’s ragged breathing. His cock, hard and stroked by his free hand glistened in whatever bodily fluid that had covered it.

Erotic and pornographic.
Konbayoshi could feel his heart skip a beat, his mind blanked.

Although he may work in such an industry that thrived on an age old activity, to say that he’s had such a private show would be a lie. Unlike what others may think, just because he is the owner of Opiate did not mean that he had peculiar fetishes. There were no video cameras installed in the rooms so the owner could enjoy the thrill of being a voyeur. So Konbayoshi didn’t know exactly what caught him about this scene. It could be the fact that despite what his mind tells him, his body was already reacting. Or it could be the fact that such a young boy –although volunteered to become a host- could show such a lewd side. Or it could be the split second thought that even though Kazuya had been raped previously, he was still able to show such enjoyment. Or maybe, everything just boiled down to the person engaged in such an act to begin with.

He cannot say that if it was another person, he would still be here.

“….. Kazuya……” He spoke after a long moment; when in reality, it had been much shorter. His throat was so dry that he had to swallow to keep himself breathing.

On the bed, Kazuya’s body tensed when another voice rang out in the room. Between the vibration of the dildo, his clouded mind and the moans leaving his mouth, he did not even realize someone else was here. The sudden shock triggered whatever gland there was and as his eyes connected with the owner’s, climax ripped through him in shuddering releases that left a trail of milky fluid as the only evidence.

Who was more shocked in this situation? No one would know.

From Kazuya’s vantage point –flushed, sweaty, and breathing hard-, he did not see a difference in Konbayoshi’s expression. From Konbayoshi’s vantage point, only he would know the snap that unhinged one clasp after another. Outwardly, he would not.

He cannot.

So let this silence carry on with the buzzing of the dildo as background noise, Kazuya was so shocked that his hands have failed to remove themselves from such incriminating positions. When the toy inside him grew impatient of the owner’s neglect, its own methods of action pushed against an unknown bundle of nerves.

Jolt.

And Kazuya’s back arched off the bed with a surprised whimper. Whatever was coursing through him previously had returned once again.

“… how long have you been here?” The owner asked with an impassive face that revealed nothing. Kazuya fancied that the lick of lips from Konbayoshi was brought about by him.

“I don’t know.” He panted lightly. Although he knew it was wrong, he could not help but realize that this man’s presence alone was enough to fuel the aphrodisiac consumed.

“How many bottles of Opiate did you drink?”

“Two? Three? I don’t remember.”

“Do you know what Opiate is?”

“… alcohol.”

“It’s an aphrodisiac.”

Suddenly, everything made sense.

Then, a torrent of thoughts ran through Kazuya’s mind. Guaranteed that none were work safe. He was embarrassed, he wanted to die, he cannot believe that the owner actually caught him in such a compromising situation. He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream, but most importantly, he wanted to satisfy this itch that was throbbing deep within. So, where else can he find such a perfect excuse?

“Wait. Owner-sama…” In a flash, his mind was made up, and the young boy sat up quickly, eyes fastened on Konbayoshi without a blink to interrupt this moment.

“I should leave you…”

“No. Please. Don’t.”

His legs were weak when Kazuya stood up, he didn’t know whether it was due to the nerves or the desire that threatened to consume him. Konbayoshi’s eyebrows furrowed when Kazuya stepped towards him, the dildo dropped from in between his legs and down to the floor. The buzzing scraped against wooden floor and resonated in an ugly noise. Yet, he could not move his eyes away from the advancing figure.

“Kazuya, you are not yourself right now.”

“Is owner-sama just going to leave me in this state?” Hand reached out to grasp the collar of Konbayoshi’s suit, Kazuya knew that he wouldn’t let go anymore. Pulling himself closer, he boldly pressed his body against the owner’s, moaning at the sensation that such a change in texture has brought. “Please. Help me.”

With anyone else, with such advances, Konbayoshi would have shaken them off immediately with a shove of his arms. However, when Kazuya drew closer, he found himself speechless. His mind and body engaged in World War III, while he was stuck in no-man’s land. The look in Kazuya’s eyes spoke of lust and need, his jaw tightened when the younger pushed closer. He could feel Kazuya’s hard cock against his leg, and wondered if Kazuya could feel his rising desire as well.

“We can’t. This is wrong.” Oh, it looks like the mind was gaining an advantage for now.

“It’s not!” Kazuya cried out with frustration. “How is this wrong?” His voice lowered to one of pleading, beseeching, begging, for the other to do something about this. “You can’t leave me like this! Owner-sama knows better than me the effects of Opiate. Do you think I will be able to survive?” Finally, he saw a crack in that invincible mask. “Please, owner-sama.” Standing on his tiptoes, he placed his lips next to Konbayoshi’s ear. “Help me, owner-sama. Fuck me ‘till the aphrodisiac fades away.”

Konbayoshi knew that it was just a whisper between the two of them, but it was loud enough to wipe out all other sounds.

He didn’t want to give the owner a second chance, not even a second to think, to object, to reject. Kazuya quickly lowered himself onto his knees while his hands worked on the other’s pants. Belt pushed aside, zipper tamed to part, his lips closed around the still clothed organ that at least told him Konbayoshi felt something as well. After having wet the material of the other’s underwear, Kazuya pulled all layers down to leave him the enjoyment of taking Konbayoshi completely into his mouth.

Above him, Konbayoshi hissed and his hands moved on their own accord to thread through Kazuya’s hair. That was enough encouragement for the younger. His right hand closed around the engorged member while his head slid up, down… ‘Till the tip of his nose brushed against the other’s pubic hair before letting go. Part of his mind wanted to say that he’s learnt from the best, and he was now performing the best of the best. Flicking his eyes up, he wanted to catch the owner’s gaze, wanted to tell him –with that one glance alone- how much feelings were behind this. His courage was fuelled by the drug, but his actions were only fuelled by his love.

By chance, when Konbayoshi glanced down and caught Kazuya’s gaze, the owner knew that all words would fall onto deaf ears. And finally, sound resumed, and he heard the pop when his dick slipped from Kazuya’s lips.

“Get up.” When Kazuya looked hesitant to comply, Konbayoshi reached down and grasped his chin. “Up.” The younger finally obeyed and before he was even at his full height, the owner was impatient already to lean down and catch the other in a kiss.

World War III had just ended and the body won.

It was a battle of dominance, this kiss. Konbayoshi sought entrance with his tongue that did not allow Kazuya to say no. His free hand worked on the suit jacket that would be shrugged off. The shirt, Kazuya clawed at to rip button from thread, pushing it off the other’s broad shoulders. Finally.

Finally.

Finally they were flesh against flesh, and Kazuya moaned into the kiss. Konbayoshi’s hard cock was pressed against his stomach and the host reached out to grip it, stroke it, harshly and lightly. When Kazuya came to his senses, the back of his legs have hit the mattress side and he was falling back onto the bed. Again. Above him, Konbayoshi was only an arm’s length away, and for that moment Kazuya held still and just starred. He memorized the darkened shade of Konbayoshi’s eyes. He memorized the way his hair fell from the usual neat comb and strands of dark tresses tickled his eyes.

This man, could he call him his, tonight?

“Kazuya, do you…” Sensing the pause, Konbayoshi braced himself against the mattress with an arm struck out.

“No.” Kazuya shook his head slowly. “No.” He repeated once again. “I want you.” His fingers gave Konbayoshi’s length a squeeze, and appreciated the moan that followed. “I want your cock deep inside me.”

That was the last push, and all boundaries were blurred.

Konbayoshi pushed Kazuya’s legs up, bending them at the knees before obeying the other’s command. I want your cock deep inside me. And deep inside it would slide with a full thrust, buried ‘till hilt, his head tilted back with a grunt at the hot, tight canal that sheathed him. It was delicious, this sinful heat that gripped around him. It was a good thing –Kazuya thought- that this room was below everyone else, that these walls were so thick, that the door would not open ‘till tomorrow morning. Otherwise the wanton cries of pleasure

yesthereharderharderfasterpleaseyesfuckmejustlikethatyesyesyes

may find their way to unsuspecting ears.

Konbayoshi pushed deeper, slammed faster, fell closer to Kazuya. The host’s legs were pinned between their bodies, Konbayoshi’s stomach rubbed against the sensitive head of Kazuya’s cock with each thrust, and he allowed himself to encircle his arms around Konbayoshi’s back. Underneath his fingers, for a split second, he felt the marred skin of an abused back. He wondered what the cause of these scars was, but

Konbayoshi’s fingers closed around his cock
Konbayoshi’s lips found his nipple
Konbayoshi’s dick found that particular spot deep inside him
Konbayoshi….

more pressing matters pushed that thought to the back of his head and his eyes rolled back along with his head to surrender himself completely to this pleasure.


[Konbayoshi Family Estate]


Chitose didn’t know whether he’s moved from his position since he last placed the cake down. The clock on the wall told him that it was nearly an hour past midnight and he was still alone. The darkness outside told him that Konbayoshi was still not home. The numbness in his legs told him that he should probably change his position. The cake in front of him mocked him for even having these thoughts to begin with.

Tik tok tik tok

He reached out for his cell phone and dialled Konbayoshi’s number before lifting it up to his ears. With the time of two dial tones, he prepared his speech, prepared his laughter, prepared the casual tone to his voice, but could not prepare himself for the unfamiliar voice that greeted him.

“Hello?”

“Ah… I think I’ve called the wrong number.”

“Wait, are you looking for Konbayoshi?”

“Yes. And who may this be?” Chitose’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes glanced towards his phone as if he could see through it.

“… Chitose!” The other end seemed to have recognized his voice faster. “This is Ren.”

Ah.

“Ren-kun, good evening.”

“Evening. Are you looking for the owner?”

“Yes, do you know where he may be?”

“Yeah, sorry about that, I borrowed his cell phone.” Chitose could hear the noises of party from over the line. “The owner is currently with Kazuya right now.” Chitose could hear the amusement in Ren’s voice and he knew his heart dropped. “You know, I figured I would give him an extra lively present this year…”

The rest of Ren’s words fell on deaf ear and Chitose only responded with nonchalant hums before hanging up. His arm slid from its upright position ‘till his cell phone hit the wooden floor with a bang. He squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths that came out in trembling sighs. For that split second, Chitose wanted to absolutely murder Ren for even thinking of such an idea! And then he realized… who was he to stop another’s actions?

So minutes later, he was looking at a broken cake in the trash bin. Ironically, its crying icing must be mirroring the tearing in his eyes….

To be continued...