Staking Claim

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I belong with you; you belong with me
You're my sweetheart

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The hotel room door clicks closed behind their backs and Mikey stares at Takemichi long and hard for a few moments before he's pushing him against the wall and pinning him there, with both his hands wrapped around his wrists.

His rough treatment earns him a yelp from the smaller man in front of him as his back hits the wall. Confusion filling his blue eyes as he stares up at Mikey, whose eyes, have dilated and are almost a dangerous black with sudden anger.

He stares down into the crystalline blue eyes before him, leaning in till his lips are hovering over Takemichi's breathing hard against the mouth he had watched run all night, laughing, and talking animatedly with strangers.

Mikey leans in closer, drawing Takemichi's cherry-red bottom lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it before biting down hard, a string of moans escape Takemichi, his chest heaving but Mikey doesn't let go, just licks at the shallow wound he's made before pressing their mouths together, kissing him deeply, tilting his head and trailing his tongue inside the scorching hot mouth.

Desperation bubbles underneath his skin, and his blood rushes south so fast his head spins.

He's angry, horny, and so fucking jealous that the nasty feeling swells inside his chest, the alcohol he'd consumed earlier was burning like fire through his veins making his head spin faster, all he could think of was Takemichi's laughter and that blonde bitch touching him, her hands tainting his pale skin.

Skin only he was allowed to touch.

The girl was model pretty, all tanned skin and long legs, her hair a natural honey-blonde flowing down her back and her big brown eyes were framed by long black lashes. The woman was a friend of Yuzuha's and on vacation while Toman was visiting the Philippines for business with Tenjiku, and was casually invited to join them for dinner, and when her eyes locked on to Takemichi's ocean blue, she gasped and gave him a wide smile showing off her gleaming white teeth.

Interest alights in her pretty eyes; the others had shuffled awkwardly away from where Takemichi and Mikey were sitting close to each other, hiding their grins of amusement behind their hands. Takemichi as clueless as ever just smiles his megawatt smile and tilts his head cutely.

The night went on with her giggling towards Takemichi, asking him questions, and him replying in a rather awkward manner, still not used to anyone outside of their gang paying attention to him, and unsure why the woman was paying attention to him in the first place, then the gentle touches began, placing her hand on his arm, running slim fingers up and down – her delectable breasts pressing up against Takemichi as she reached over the table for the salt.

Several times! Honestly, how much salt does someone need?

Everything about her irritated Mikey, her smile more shark-like than friendly. Her perfume smelled more sickly than sweet, clogging his throat, and making him gag. He watched them both with narrowed eyes from his spot beside Takemichi, taking long pulls of his beer.

Takemichi, he had to give credit too, was looking confused. He looked like he didn't understand why this woman was fawning over him, his blue eyes twitching as the woman let out another high-pitched giggle.

Mikey's dark eyes moved over the table to take in everyone else's facial expressions; to say they were amused, didn't cover it. Most of them had tears in their eyes at Takemichi's confused expressions, laughing, and clutching at their side.

Yuzuha leaning over her brother to whisper apologies into Mikey's ear.

Finally, dinner was over, and they made their way back to the hotel the woman – Hana? – Haru? – Heather? whatever her name was, following behind them trying to walk beside Takemichi who decided to glue himself to Mikey's side, it was something that made pleasure curl deep inside Mikey's stomach. At the hotel, it was going on to midnight, they all had a big day ahead of them tomorrow with meetings with Izana and Tenjiku, so they all decided to call it a night, going in groups and pairs to their designated hotel rooms, the woman hugging Yuzuha goodbye and turned to Takemichi and briefly touched his thigh, leaning in to whisper hotly against his ear.