Make a Wish

Make A Wish Part 10

The wishing charm chimed...

He was dreaming again. The setting was familiar. Jin's room. Which world, he wondered. In the dream he paced the room restlessly. Outside rain fell in sheets and lightning shot across the sky in violent streaks. Jin was nowhere to be seen. The memory didn't seem familiar. This world's memories, then.

He paused by the window to watch the storm, scowling at the water pouring down. He hated water...

The door opened, and he turned - feeling a sense of relief. His relief was short lived. Aoe Shougo lounged in the door frame. "How's the King's Page tonight?"

He'd swallowed against a lump of fear. Shougo seemed to be alone. Even the usually ever-present Kashima was nowhere to be seen. "I'm fine."

"Concerned about how late the King is tonight?"

"I'm not worried." Katsuki had insisted.

Shougo had chuckled. "So you're just watching the storm for the fun of it?"

"I can't do much else, can I?" He'd sniped at the man.

"Jin keeps you on a far shorter leash than Seiichi did, I see. Or were both Marudo and Izumi out tonight?"

He'd gritted his teeth. "You know they're both out."

"Why should I know? That's Kashima's job to keep track of." He stood, moving forward into the room.

He'd glanced around, maybe trying to keep an eye on possible escapes. "Why are you here?"

"I came to let you know that Jin will be late tonight."

"You came personally to tell me that?" His tone was doubtful.

"I thought I'd take the opportunity to see how Jin's training was coming. I'm rather disappointed. Jin is usually so much better at teaching proper manners to the newcomers."

Even though he knew the situation was not so simple, he knew what the rebuke pertained to. He bowed stiffly. "I'm sorry if I offended you, Owner."

"Hn." Shougo only seemed amused. "Shouldn't you offer a guest a drink?"

He knew nothing of the life of this self. In his own time as a gigolo following his training with Jin, he'd learned alot about people. He'd known predators, even slept with a few. Had his other self recognized the danger he was in? Or had he just been afraid of Shougo because he was Shougo?

"Would you care for a drink, Owner?"

"No need to bother yourself." Shougo had moved forward to pour his own glass. "I know my way around. After all, everything Jin has comes from me." He'd glanced over at him, smirking. "Everything he owns. Everything he is. Comes from me. Even his pride exists only because I allow it to."

The words chilled him more than the storm raging outside could. The implication was obvious. But what could he want from him to make such a threat? He already had him under his heel. His other self must have been just as confused. He stayed silent.

Shougo drank deeply from his glass before glancing over at him. "Nothing to say to that, King's Page? Did you honestly think Jin had any real power here? Did you honestly think being with him was any real protection?"

"You were the one who chose what happened to me if Seiichi lost his position."

"But Seiichi didn't lose it, he ran away. He was the one who broke the contract."

"You were the one who gave me to Jin."

"Hn." Shougo took another drink. "I thought he'd tire of you fast. But he seems to have grown attached. While that in itself is amusing, I think I should remind him that there is only one true ruler at the B&B."

He'd taken a step back as Shougo drained his glass and refilled it. His eyes darted between the main door and the bathroom door, wondering which of the two was the safest escape perhaps?

Shougo chuckled. "Thinking of escaping? Where do you think you could go? You think a door is adequate protection? Or perhaps that you could hide somewhere in the B&B? One call to security, and I'd know where you were. But it might be amusing to see you try. Go ahead."

His other self's hands had clenched, but he'd remained where he stood. Determined not to play Shougo's games.

"No?" Shougo approached him slowly. "So you know your place." He held out a pill and the glass of liquor. "Take it."

He'd hesitated, then slowly took the items off of him.

"Swallow it." Shougo had paced around behind him.

Closing his eyes in resignation he'd taken the pill, draining the glass. He'd heard Shougo move away. Then the light sound of the patio doors opening drew his attention. He'd glanced back in confusion as Shougo had stepped out into the storm.

"Glorious night, isn't it?" He'd smirked back at him. "Why don't you join me?"

In the rain. Old memories made him shiver. He'd shaken his head. No, not into the rain.

"So pathetic." He'd taunted. "Almost as bad as Kiichi."

Could someone terrified still be curious? How many emotions could you feel at one time? "Why do you hate Kiichi?"

"Hate Kiichi?" Shougo had been amused. "Hate gives someone worth. Kiichi has none."

"How can you say that?"

"A daughter is worthless. She should have known that. Kiichi's only purpose is to be used to further my own plans."

More confused than ever, he'd stared at Shougo. Was the man truly insane? "Kiichi isn't a girl."

"She begged me otherwise. Kiichi was a girl. Was hers to keep. Wait til she had a son. She should have known the consequences. Still, I let her have her way, didn't I?" Lightning flashed behind him, and Shougo turned to watch the storm. "Don't you know? Even the demons keep their bargains."

The cup had smashed into the railing, shattering into pieces - some falling off the balcony into the night. "You're so sick! It's all just fun and games to you, isn't it? You don't keep your bargains! You find ways around them!"

Shougo laughed. Then turned, clamping onto his wrist and yanking him onto the patio with him. Katsuki gave a cry, struggling against his hold. "Well, what's this? So the scared little rabbit is really quite feisty." One hand roved up his side.

To Katsuki horror, his body began to react to his touch - fire following his hand up his side. The pill had been an aphrodisiac, he realized. "No." He'd choked out - fighting to pull away.

"No wonder Jin's so enamored. He always did like a good fight." Shougo's tone was mocking.

Suddenly he shoved him away. Katsuki gave a cry of pain as his back slammed into the iron balcony. He gritted his teeth against it, turning a defiant look on Shougo, only to find he was shutting the balcony doors. He moved forward too late, the click of the lock loud in his ears.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

Shougo faced him from inside the windows, smirking at him. "The pill I gave you is already having a strong effect. It's a Blue Boy special. By the time Jin comes back, I imagine it will be quite unbearable. The storm will you give you quite a chill by then, unfortunately. But, luckily for you, the solution to both problems will be the same." He'd laughed again, turning away.

"You can't do this!" Katsuki rattled the doors, but Shougo ignored him. All he could do was watch as he exited the room, leaving him trapped on the balcony.

The rain soaked his skin. A wet, oily feeling to him. The thunder boomed deafeningly, and he crouched down, arms wrapping around himself as he began to shiver. His body felt heated and chilled all at once. Memories haunted him, mixing with the storm raging around him.


The wishing charm chimed...

"Kyousuke?"

His eyes fluttered open. Had he passed out? Akechi, dressed in a bellhop uniform, knelt over him. The rain had lessened. The worst of the storm had passed. Akechi's hand ghosted across his forehead and he moaned. In protest or longing, he wasn't even sure.

Akechi drew back as if he'd been bitten and Katsuki watched as some understanding dawned. "Shougo?"

He nodded wordlessly. The balcony doors were open. Light and familiar warmth. He forced himself to sit up; his body full of conflicting sensations.

Suddenly arms were around him - lifting him. He bit down on a cry as Akechi carried him inside. "You're burning up. How long were you out there?"

Akechi's body was warm. His cologne filled his senses. He bit his lip, shivering for a very different reason. "Akechi, put me down."

Akechi was perplexed. He ignored the request, entering the bedroom. "In a minute. You're shivering." He set him on the bed, hands drawing away slowly. Katsuki bit back a moan. "I have to get these wet clothes off you." His hands began to undo his shirt, but Katsuki grabbed his wrists.

"Akechi, don't!" He gasped out.

"What's the matter with you?" Akechi pushed his hands to the bed.

"Shougo. He...he gave me." He moaned again.

Akechi stared, then swallowed. "I-I get it. Shit, that man's a genius. Evil to the core, but brilliant. But, Katsuki, if we don't get you dried off and warmed up, you'll get very ill."

"Too hot." He groaned.

"I'm sure you are." Akechi licked his lips. "Damn, but he played this hand well. Heh. The only thing he didn't plan on was me."

"How did you get in?"

"Borrowed some stuff." Akechi smirked. "I planned to invite you to a game of cards, just to annoy King. He's been held up by a client. Looks like his loss is my gain."

"Akechi, we can't-"

"Why not? The deal was the King couldn't take you. Nothing about Jesters."

"But I-"

"Love Jin."

He looked up at him. Akechi's eyes were sad as he reached out a hand to caress his face. Katsuki couldn't help but lean into the touch.

"You want to stay with him, no matter the cost."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not." He trailed his hand down his neck, thumbing open buttons with practiced ease. "You need this, and I'm the one who's here. I know I'm not the one you want. If I had any pride, it might sting." He pulled the shirt off his arms, tossing it aside. His hands mapped out his chest with gentle touches.

Katsuki groaned, writhing at the simple touch. The drug in his system making even that much both pleasure and torture.

Akechi placed one knee on the bed, pulling him against him and staring into his eyes with the same sad smile. "But how would a Jester dare to have pride?"

Before he could protest the melancholy words, Akechi's mouth was on his - warm and inviting. His hand slid over his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. He moaned into the kiss, giving into his body's demands. He wrapped his arms around Akechi's neck and Akechi stood, pulling him with him - pressing their lower bodies together with one hand.

Katsuki cried out, head falling back - eyes sliding shut. Warm lips sucked at his skin, leaving faint bruises in their wake. His lower body bucked against Akechi's - desperate with need.

Akechi chuckled as he abandoned his throat, nuzzling his ear. "He gave you something strong, didn't he? Mmm...so vocal..."

He rubbed their erections together despite the clothing in the way. Katsuki cried out again, body frenzied with need.

"Easy now, don't hurt yourself." He pushed their bodies apart and Katsuki gave a cry of protest at the loss. But Akechi's hands were busy working on his pants. His erection sprang free, and Akechi dropped to his knees, mouth swallowing him whole. He cried out at the sudden sensations. Cold air quickly replaced by the warm wetness of Akechi's mouth. He gripped Akechi's shoulders - legs weak.

"Can't. Can't stand." He groaned a Akechi began to suck on him. "Akechi!" He panted with need. Akechi's tongue dance around his erection. His arms gripped his waist, keeping him standing when otherwise he was certain he'd have fallen.

He could feel himself tighten, hands digging into Akechi's shoulders. "Ah...ahh!"

Akechi drunk down his cum greedily, licking his softening penis to get every drop. He pressed him gently on the bed as he pulled the last of his clothing off. Hands stroking down his legs, as if trying to memorize every inch of skin.

The touches made him groan. His body felt no cooler; the softening erection stiffening again.

"Definitely Blue Boy Special." Akechi tossed the bellhop cap aside and undid the jacket with practiced ease.

Katsuki laid on the bed, unable to help but watch as Akechi undressed. The host threw him a wink.

"I'm not half bad, eh? No charge for the strip tease."

Katsuki blushed, looking away. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, beautiful. I'm not protesting." A gentle hand turned his face back. "Look all you want. It's nice to know I have some effect on you."

Katsuki drew in a shaky breath. "Right now, you're having alot of effect."

Akechi smirked, slipping out of the rest of his clothing. "Nice to know." He climbed onto the bed, leaning over him. "It's a shame it's only physical."

"Akechi-" He began, but the host silenced him with a fierce kiss.

"Don't say anything more, beautiful. It'll only hurt us all."

Lube slicked fingers slid into his entrance and he cried out, words lost to sensation. They moved in and out, pressing deeper. Akechi's lips moved down, tasting his chest and stomach. Teasing him with knowledgeable touches that were never quite as long or hard as he longed for.

Inside of him, the fingers hit the right spot and he cried out, body burning with need.

"Jackpot." Akechi murmured, his fingers pressed in again and Katsuki's hips bucked in desperation.

"Akechi!" He protested.

Akechi kiss him hard, fingers withdrawing. his protest was lost in the mouth occupying his, and short lived. Akechi shoved inside, striking his core, and he screamed in shock - tears springing to his eyes. In this life, he hadn't experienced this before that moment.

"Shit! You've never been taken?" Akechi's shock was palatable. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Beautiful." He pressed kisses to his face. His hand stroked his shaft - pleasure replacing pain. "I'll go slower. It'll be better soon."

He panted, need replacing pain. "A-Akechi..."

"Slowly now, Beautiful. No more rushing tonight." He started to move. His stroke were firm but gentle.

He began to groan as release began to tingle along his nerves. Akechi's lips covers his and his hand squeezed down in time with a firm thrust that struck his core.

White blinded his vision, and he heard Akechi gasp as he found release as well.

How long before sense returned? Akechi had withdrawn, but still lay on top of him, head buried in his neck. He had the strong urge to say something, but feared whatever he said would be wrong. At a loss, he wrapped his arms around him and they lay together in silence.

The wishing charm chimed...

An outside observer this time. Much like he had been with his world's Jin. But this was definitely this world. He was fast asleep and Akechi was redressing. He sat down on the bed to brush this world's Katsuki's hair from his face.

"I think I'm in love with you." He whispered. "But I'm in no position to ask you to choose me, or to lecture you over loving someone you shouldn't. Do you know, even after all these years, I still dream about Souma? Pathetic, huh?" He sighed, withdrawing his hand. "You don't know about Souma, though, do you? I'll tell you sometime." He stood, pulling on the bellhop jacket, when the door opened.

Katsuki winced as Jin took in the scene, eyes narrowing. Akechi grew still for a moment, then picked up the bellboy hat and slipped it on casually. Jin stepped back from the door pointedly and Akechi followed him to the outside room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

"Evening, King." He greeted. "Clingy client tonight?" His tone was mocking.

Jin's look was cold as he lounged against the wall. "What's this? Fool's luck tonight, Jester?"

"Shougo made a surprise for you. But you're too late for the party, I'm afraid." Akechi replied, smirking.

"Doesn't look like much of a party."

"Shougo gave your Page a Blue Boy Special, and locked him outside in the storm. He was in a state when I found him. You ought to thank me for caring for him, really."

Jin's fist slammed into his stomach, and Akechi doubled over. He struggled to take air back into his lungs. Jin slammed his elbow into his back and Akechi couldn't even gasp in pain as he was knocked to the floor. He rolled over, but a second later Jin's foot was laying against his windpipe. "Thank you for taking advantage of the situation? You really expect me to buy into that, Jester?"

"Kid was shivering from the storm."

"There's such a thing as a hot tub."

"Blue Boy Special, remember?"

"He was drugged, not you. You didn't need to take him to give him release."

Despite the position he was in, Akechi chuckled. "Give me some leeway, King. You can't expect me to be that selfless."

"Do you know what will happen if Shougo thinks I took him?"

"Cameras. Shougo will know it wasn't you."

"Let's be sure about that, shall we?"

Jin's foot was removed, but Akechi's relief was short lived as he stumbled to his feet. Jin grabbed him by the back of the neck, and forced him to the door - shoving him forward hard. He slammed into the wall and fell to the floor with a groan of pain.

"Aren't you going a bit overboard over one fuck?"

"His first."

"..." Akechi didn't look at him as he used the wall to help stand up. "Well, shit, how was I to know that until things got too far? Neither you or Seiichi are exactly saints, y'know?"

"I figure the worse I do, the less Shougo will feel the need to add on. You should thank me, Jester." Jin turned away.

"...don't let Shougo know you love him."

Jin froze at the door back to his room.

Akechi watched his reaction carefully. When Jin stilled, he leaned against the wall. "He suspects, but he doesn't know. If you hadn't taken advantage tonight he'd have known. You're on thin ice, King."

"You chose one hell of a time to develop a backbone, Imura."

"If I really had grown a backbone, I wouldn't be throwing in the towel before round one even finished. By taking him tonight, I'm admitting defeat. Admitting I wouldn't have gotten him any other way."

"Good thing you realize that."

"Don't be too hard on Beautiful, either. He gave himself to me because he wanted to stay with you. Remember that."

"All I'll have to say to him on the matter is to not give pity fucks to every loser who asks for one." Jin finally turned back - his look disdainful. "And since that's all it was, it does make you pretty much the most pathetic man alive. Doesn't it?"

Akechi's smile lacked any joy. "Of course. Who could be more pathetic a man than a Jester?"

The wishing charm chimed...

Someone shook his shoulder. Kastsuki forced his eyes open. Jin's face was grim. The room was still dark. It must have been very early. "Jin?"

"Shougo caught Seiichi and Tomoki."

Katsuki stared as a chill ran through him. 'No...'

Kiichi and Haruomi entered the restaurant casually, looking around for someone.

"Sensei!" A voice called, and Kiichi turned to see Naoya waving at them. His smile was bright.

"Naoya-kun." Kiichi embraced the younger man...and didn't let go.

"Sensei..." Naoya blushed, but he was still smiling.

Kiichi let him go with a wink. "That's your punishment for worrying me. I was surprised to get your message."

The three sat down, and Naoya's look was serious. "It's...difficult. Haitana would prefer I not contact you. But I wanted to let you know...I guess I'm okay." He tried to find the right words.

"How are things at Haitana's?" Kiichi asked.

"It's...okay. Some of the staff seem afraid of me. And others don't seem to like me. A few are nice."

"Haitana himself?"

"I'm not sure what to think of him. He seems cold and stiff in one way. But could be worse. Wataru sure seems fond of him. But Wataru is someone else I can't figure out."

"Wataru?" Kiichi frowned. "Oh, wait. I remember something about that. Haitana adopted him, didn't he?"

"I really don't know the full story. I think Wataru sees my being there as usurping his place. At first, I was sure he was just a jerk, but now...I think there's more to it. I think he's scared of losing Haitana's affection."

Kiichi nodded. "That makes sense. Your arrival was probably as much a change for him as for you."

"I think if I can show him I'm not interested in taking his place, things will turn out okay. At the moment, though, I don't know how to do that."

"Perhaps..." Kiichi cut of when his phone rang. He pulled it out, preparing to shut it off - but paused. "I'm sorry." He stood. "I need to take this."

Haruomi and Naoya watched as he paced away from the table. "Is everything okay since I left?" Naoya asked him.

"Shougo is out of town." Haruomi said in way of reply.

"That's better for Sensei, isn't it?"

"Depends on where he went and why."

"Does anyone know?"

Haruomi shook his head, and they waited in silence for Kiichi to return. When he did, his look was grim. "We have to go."

"Now?" Naoya asked softly.

"I'm sorry, Naoya-kun. Something's come up."

"Shougo?" Haruomi guessed.

"...He has Seiichi and Tomoki."

"Seiichi-san?" Naoya looked worried.

"I'll see what I can do." Kiichi reassured him. "Keep in touch. Try not to worry."

He and Haruomi left and Naoya's face clouded with concern. Then his eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Izumi sat on his hospital bed, his eyes distant. Beside him a tray of food sat untouched. A nurse entered, noting the food. She forced a smile. "How are you feeling today, Yanase-san?"

"I feel fine." Izumi's response was automatic.

"I see you didn't eat again. you sure you're stomach isn't queasy? It's alright to admit it."

"I feel fine."

The nurse pressed her lips together in a thin line, but picked up the tray. "If you're tired of sitting in here, there's a small roof garden. Or you could try a short walk around the floor." When Izumi didn't respond, she forced another smile. "Well, if you need anything just call."

She exited, closing the door firmly behind her as she headed up the hall to the area station.

"Two Fourteen again?" The woman at the desk asked as she placed the tray with other, half-empty ones on a cart.

"The doctor says if he doesn't eat today, we'll have to start him on IV fluids."

"What did Dr Saori say?"

"He wouldn't say a word to him. Not one word."

"Morning, ladies!" A loud voice interrupted.

"Arashi." The station nurse shook her head at the young man, "What trouble have you been making today?"

"Hey, I was just trying to liven things up. Your rules are too strict."

"Waving around a large knife while blind-folded - "

"Watermelon cutting's a national sport!"

"This is a hospital. Not a fair ground."

"What's with the paint buckets?" The first nurse eyed what he was carrying.

"Oh, yah, there was that slight incident with that one wall, y'know. It's all fixed, but Dr Tei said it needed repainted."

"Things are never dull when you visit, are they? How's Grandpa?"

"Oh, Gramps is as difficult as always."

"You know you wouldn't want it any other way."

"Of course I would! He's such a pain."

"...hey, Arashi. Could you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what do you need?"

"I think one of the walls in Two Fourteen could use a touch up on it's paint job too. Would you mind?"

"Not a problem. Arashi's on the job." He threw her a wink and started up the hallway.

"Two fourteen? But-" The station nurse stood, but the first one put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. "What are you doing?"

"Either a stroke of genius or the worst idea I've ever had. All I know is that nobody can be indifferent around Iketani Arashi."

The station nurse glanced nervously after him. "If that young man complains, we could both be fired."

"It was a misunderstanding. I mean Two Fifteen." With a grin, the nurse started up the hall.

The station nurse looked nervous, but a buzzer from her station distracted her. Checking the number she headed in the opposite direction.


Naoya ignored the servants who bowed to him as he strode through the halls of Haitana's house. His look was grim, and a few times the servants exchanged nervous glances as they looked after him. He came to a door, hesitated for a moment, then barged in without knocking.

Wataru glanced up from where he was lounging on his bed, startled. Scowling, he stood. "Hey, you think you can just barge into my room?"

"You barge into anyplace you feel like." Naoya countered coolly.

"This is my place. Don't think you can keep on staying here forever."

"In that, we're in agreement."

The teenage boy eyed him warily, as if trying to figure out if this was a trick. "So why are you here?"

Naoya shut the door. "You want to prove you're who should take over, right?"

"It's obvious I should take over." Wataru snapped.

"That's why I need your help."

"With what?"

"Getting something off a man called Aoe Shougo."

Katsuki paced Jin's room restlessly. Jin would be out until late in the evening. So far nobody had heard anything more about Seiichi and Tomoki beyond the fact Shougo had them. He was worried sick about what was going to happen to them. Would Shougo bring them back to the B&B? Was he going to kill them?"

He paced to the patio doors, opening them to step out into the cold winter air. He tried to take in deep breaths, panic threatening to suffocate him.

The dream memories of the previous evening plagued him. Being trapped in the rain by Shougo, and being made love to by Akechi. No wonder this world's Jin was so possessive around Akechi. In this world, Akechi had been his first male lover. While Jin could not even share that with him.

While it was obvious that Akechi affected this self, just as his world's Akechi affected him, the dream had made one thing clear. This world's self had still chosen Jin, just as he had. He could fall in love with Akechi, perhaps even already loved him on some level. But he loved Jin more. No matter what he had to suffer, his choice was Jin.

But one thing was different in this world to his. Souma was alive. Furthermore, he worked for Haitana - someone even Shougo feared. Two and two were four.

Heading back inside, he closed the doors behind him and dug into the cushions of the chair. He'd hidden Izumi's cellphone there the previous evening before Jin returned. With it was Souma's business card. He'd given it to him on the way to the hospital. He stared at the number for a minute, debating. Then he dialed.

"Yabi Souma."

"Yabi-san. This is Katsuki Kyousuke."

To Be Continued...

Still. Anyone know the date? No, not IRL. I mean in the story. :P It's December 30th. Almost New Year's.

*glances at dangerous objects in readers' hands* Er...that wouldn't be about me writing Akechi and Katsuki a love scene, would it? Seriously, it demanded to be written - blame my muse! And, anyway, things are going to work out the way they should. Atleast in this world. A little bit more to go. Really. Just a chapter... or three...

Salmon