Title: Where the Wild Lilies Grow (2/10)
Universes: Haru wo Daiteita & Casino Lily
Pairings: Carlo/Magira, Iwaki/Katou, Shouji/Shu Ti Fan(o_O)
Rating, all over: NC-17
Warnings, all over: Explicit sex and violence. Shameless Romance. This is not an angst-fest.
Word count, this chapter: : 2,500
Notes: List of all chapters here. For elfflame who wanted me to put Magira in this situation.
Summary: When Carlo comes home from a business trip only to discover that Magira has left him, he has to change the passive way he usually takes when it comes to defending his relationship with the charming, but spoiled young player. Carlo has once offered to wager his entire fortune in exchange for Magira's company. This time, Carlo has to realise that his life might be at stake as well...



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2. In the Safety of His Embrace

'Carlo is a bit pushy, isn't he?' From behind, Katou slips his arm around Iwaki's waist and nuzzles his neck, softly kissing him just below the ear. 'But I don't mind flying with that private jet he has hired for us,' he adds lightly, clearly trying not to let the seriousness of the situation get to them. He throws their passports on the low coffee table in front of the sofa.

Iwaki leans back in his lover's embrace, tilting his head a bit to let Katou do what he wants. 'Mmm,' he manages, distracted by Katou's warm lips sliding over his skin. He entangles his fingers with Katou's. Iwaki doesn't even dare think the thought to and end, how it would feel to be left like that, or to have his husband taken from him. The exercise Iwaki has recently been through during Director Moshimune's strict rule... then, the few seconds when he thought Katou was gone forever, sacrificing himself to save Iwaki's life... that was by far enough. He does not intend to leave Katou for such a long time ever again, nor does he want to entertain the thought of being Katou-less by accident or worse.

'I just don't understand what, precisely, we can do for Carlo,' Katou states and lets a finger disappear down Iwaki's trouser-lining. 'One thing I understand very well, though, is what Iwaki-san can do for this person this moment.' Katou nibbles lightly on Iwaki's earlobe, something that makes Iwaki sigh deeply.

'Being separated: Katou has experienced that, hasn't he?' Iwaki asks rhetorically and turns half-way around to look at Katou's handsome face. 'I wouldn't be able to face what Carlo is facing, alone, without friends,' Iwaki admits, and melts into Katou's embrace. 'To wait until you had been found, or to wait for...' He lets out a pain-filled sigh. 'Never without you, Katou.'

'I see. Iwaki-san... I couldn't.... If I couldn't be with you, either. If you were taken away from me, I'd surely die.' Katou looks very serious and a bit lost. 'I'll do everything I can to help Carlo.' There is no love lost between Katou and Magira, but it seems like Katou has taken pity in Carlo. After all he is the one who tries to live with the boy.

'So Katou understands now? That we cannot truly pay Carlo-san back what he has done for us if we don't go?' Iwaki rewards Katou with a deep kiss, that way showing Katou precisely how wanted and needed he is. For some time, they use their tongues for something else than speaking; only little moans escape them before they finally break the kiss. It tastes slightly of the fear they both share, making the kiss even more precious.

'This person understood right away. Iwaki-san doesn't have to worry.' Katou opens Iwaki's belt to get better access to his lover's skin. 'I understand how it is to want someone so much the body and the heart ache.' Katou's voice drops to a husky whisper. 'Please, Iwaki-san? Let me have you? Before we leave our home! I can't face the entire flight when I'm like this. I need you so much I can't breathe.' Katou contradicts that sentence by letting out a deep, soft moan.

Iwaki turns all the way in Katou's arms, moving slowly, carefully, as not to break their embrace. 'You have me,' he says, uncharacteristically open, as he looks into Katou's honey-golden eyes. 'Aren't you my husband? Am I not yours to take?' he asks quietly, trying to - without too many words - explain how he feels, to express the desperation and the sadness he occasionally feels when he is not with Katou. He tries to, with kisses and touches, to speak of how he always longs for the safety and love Katou gives him. It is something so costly and so precious; something that can be taken away so easily, so very easily.

Carlo's situation has disturbed the equilibrium Iwaki has finally found. It has rattled him. To think for a moment of a life without the one who means more to him than the sun on the sky... it hurts so deeply that it can only be stopped in one way. 'Show me,' Iwaki whispers, his mouth so close to Katou's that their breath mingle; a soft warm breeze on their lips. Iwaki cups Katou's cheek tenderly, cherishing the warmth of his lover's skin under his hand. 'Right here. Show me!' Iwaki wants Katou to be rough and fast and leave marks, something they usually cannot allow themselves due to their work. He wants Katou's love written on his skin, carved into his body so he can feel they belong together on a base, instinctive level. He wants to get that kind of physical evidence since he doesn't have to worry about the raised eyebrow of a make-up artist or the disgusted glare from someone who realises the implications of such marks. So now he wants them, craves them, the marks. For the next two weeks no one will see their bodies, no one will see them with their shirts open, or in a state of undress. 'Katou...' Iwaki can do nothing but sigh his lover's name, too shy to actually ask for this.

Kissing his way down Iwaki's long neck, Katou seems unable to hold back. Iwaki's body is aflame with lust, every kiss makes the flame burn even higher. Every breath he takes is spiced with Katou's scent: his own: detectable even through the vague, pleasant smell of expensive eau de cologne.

Iwaki's thoughts are reflected in Katou's actions. 'Pheromones,' Katou gasps and sucks Iwaki's collarbone, almost brutally, making Iwaki moan loudly and writhe against Katou's hardness. 'Nnn, Iwaki-san... oh...' Katou's pulls Iwaki's trousers open; only Iwaki's slender hips hold them in place. It feels so good, being wanted like this. Iwaki's breath is ragged, loud, as if the pleasure Katou will give him is already sensed by his half-naked body.

Throwing his head back, inviting Katou to continue, Iwaki closes his eyes and sinks into the sofa's soft pillows when Katou's strong hands guide him down. His lover's weight feels so good, and Iwaki can't hold back little groans as Katou's mouth finds its way down his chest until soft lips close expertly around a nipple. 'Katou... more!' Iwaki demands. He wants Katou to be less than gentle, wants him to make certain none of them will forget the pleasures of their love before the day is over.

'Anything Iwaki-san wants,' Katou murmurs and licks Iwaki's nipple like a cat before he raises up on his knees to pull his shirt off. 'Let me help you,' he says and grabs Iwaki's trousers, not caring when the seams make threatening sounds. 'Mmm, my Iwaki-san looks lovely like this,' he says, leaving Iwaki naked on the sofa. Katou leans forward to reject Iwaki's shyness with a forceful hand. 'Look at me,' he demands as he turns Iwaki's face up so he can look at him. 'Iwaki-san is the most precious person in my life. I want to look at you when I'm inside you,' he says and lets go of Iwaki's jaw, softly rubbing his fingers over Iwaki's inviting, strawberry-sweet lips.

Iwaki cannot stop himself from licking Katou's fingers. Iwaki's dark eyes, locked with Katou's, express the desire he holds for his husband. Words are not needed any longer. Slender fingers work their way between Iwaki's legs, massaging, opening up. That spot twitches slightly as a demanding pressure makes it give way and open to let Katou's clever fingers inside. 'Ah, Katou! Oh...' Iwaki thrusts his hips upwards, wanting to feel Katou's touch deep in his body.

'Want this?' Katou moves his fingers inside Iwaki's tightness, making him ready. 'Or more, larger?'

Iwaki makes a throaty sound that can only be interpreted as a yes, larger.

'Say it, Iwaki-san,' Katou urges. 'Let me hear you say it, or I'll stop!' Katou leans forward to suck at Iwaki's nipple, biting and licking it.

It is just what Iwaki needs, Katou's teeth on his skin. He blushes, not wanting to be loud and demanding. But, oh, Katou makes him feel so good. He wants more, he wants harder... just to be taken and driven to the edge of his endurance. 'Please... put it inside me.,' Iwaki moans, spreading his legs for his lover. Katou smiles, Iwaki can feel it against his chest. 'Devour me... teeth... oh... Katou!' Iwaki cries out as Katou moves between his slender legs, hands spreading him more, until he is filled, almost painfully, as Katou slides in, giving Iwaki what his entire being is longing for.

'Anything... oh... I- Iwaki!' Katou groans and holds still for a little. 'Iwaki-san's body is too lovely... So hot... ' Katou closes his eyes and bites his lip, concentrating. 'It is all Iwaki-san's fault if I cannot hold... oh... back!' Katou trusts in, deep, making Iwaki cry out again. 'Hard, you say?' Another thrust forces Iwaki's body to open more, let Katou in to the hilt. Slowly, Katou moves, as if he is trying to merge his flesh with Iwaki's. He kisses Iwaki's neck, his shoulders, his chest; anywhere he can reach while he fucks Iwaki in this languid, intense way.

Blindly, Iwaki clutches at the cushions, gasping for air. This is so good, so intense; he feels as if he is falling into a velvet darkness where only their bodies and their love exist. 'Katou!' he almost cries and presses Katou's face harder against his neck, as if to guide him. Iwaki wants to get what he has asked for: harder, more! Another cry, louder, leaves Iwaki's throat as Katou bites down on his pale skin, surely leaving a mark. The pain is enough to pull Iwaki over the edge and, with arms and legs wrapped around Katou, he comes, the semen spreading a sticky warmth between their bodies. Katou calls out Iwaki's name and comes too, driving himself harshly into the pliant body underneath his own.

Iwaki lies limply, trying to breathe. Katou's always good, always gives Iwaki what he wants, but this was more than wonderful. Spent and relaxed, Iwaki manages to raise a hand to entangle his fingers in Katou's hair, not wanting to let go at all.

They lie like that, exhausted and satisfied, when the doorbell pulls them out of the soft afterglow.

'Katou, could you-'

'Do you expect-'

They both sigh and look at each other, reluctantly letting go. 'I forgot,' Iwaki whispers. 'Forgive me, but...' He reaches for his clothes, spread over the floor and pulls his trousers on while the doorbell chimes again. Katou stretches on the sofa, annoyingly relaxed and, it seems, pleased with himself. Iwaki glares at him without saying anything as he buttons his shirt. 'Katou, please...'

'Don't worry, Iwaki-san,' Katou smiles teasingly. 'I am not going to stay naked, although I would like others to see I want to be at your service so much that I don't care to dress. Please, open the door.'

'If you are not wearing all your clothes when I come back, I am not going to be happy,' Iwaki says, and thinks he would much rather they were both naked and not rushing to the airport to fly to a faraway country. But they need to support a man who once lent them his support (and a part of his fortune, presumably. Fuyu no Semi had not been a cheap film to make) when they (or rather the investors) needed it most.

Iwaki closes the last button in his shirt as he reaches the front door. He smoothes his hair and opens.

'Having fun?' Sawa raises a well-groomed eyebrow, looking exactly as if he knows what they've been doing.

Iwaki blushes. It is truly embarrassing if the fact that he has just been taken hard by his lover is so easily deducted from the way he looks.

'The window was open. I think the whole street knows, Iwaki-kun.' Sawa smiles wickedly and shakes his head. 'Sometimes I find it hard to believe you began your career by taking off your clothes in front of a camera. That shyness...'

'Sawa-san!' Iwaki doesn't like it when people, even people close to him, mention where he comes from. He is not like Katou who seems to regard the AV filming like he would any other part he has ever played. 'It is not what-'

'Of course not.' Sawa waves his elegantly manicured hand almost defensively. 'The manuscript; I just came over to give it to you as I promised. I am pleased you are willing to go through it. It will definitely make the end result more believable.'

Iwaki listens to Sawa's complaints over how useless he is when it comes to knowledge about traditions and history, despite being good at research. How Sawa thinks Iwaki suddenly has become a specialist when it comes to the court's affairs and male companions during the Meiwa era is somewhat beyond him.

Katou is dressed and with tea brewing. 'Thank you,' Sawa says and takes the cup. 'I don't want to disturb your plans,' he smiles. 'It seems you were rather busy.'

'Not at all, Sawa-san,' Katou replies, sending Sawa a wicked grin. 'We have time for tea before we leave for the airport. We have an unexpected visit to make a little later; a friend in Las Vegas has asked for us to-'

'Katou!' Iwaki's voice holds a warning. He takes a sip of his tea. They shouldn't involve anybody in this, it is pure luck they haven't been forced to yet - they both have a few weeks off before their busy schedules take over their lives again.

'Sawa-san is a former police officer,' Katou says, earning yet another dark glare from Iwaki. 'I think we should tell him.'

'Excuse me,' Sawa interrupts, forgetting for a moment his usual polite lady-like appearance. 'But what the fuck is going on here?'

On to chapter 3