Betrothed

Chapter 8

(A/N: Rating has changed folks. Be warned ahead of time that there will be an explicit sexual content and gratuitous smut in this chapter so if this is not your cup of tea and wanted to retain your innocence then I simply suggest for you to hit the back button after reading this note. But if all is good, then feel free to join me in this hell and continue reading downwards. Also, this was inspired by the 1989 track of "Style." When I heard that song, it captured Reo perfectly and probably the love relationship that one would have with him. Lastly, I don't own anything from the franchise except this fic of mine. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro & Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this beautiful yet classic song. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I did upon writing it).

Midnight

You come and pick me up, no headlights

Long drive

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh

It's been a while since I have even heard from you (heard from you)

The light, ticking sounds were the only noise that can be heard in their room that night.

Reo was talking with some of his parent's business associates outside as they will be meeting with him later that night at the hotel's café when they go down there for a simple dinner.

Isagi didn't know what constituted as a simple dinner with the rich people when they were practically invited to attend an evening luncheon meeting with the other guests that's mostly around Reo's social stratum.

So, again he needed to look his best.

He looked at himself in the mirror and adjusted his bowtie carefully and slicked back his hair with a comb after spraying it with some hairspray to keep its gravity and intact.

He wasn't sure if he looked good enough to be by Reo's side but he deemed it enough as presentable because he didn't look like a drab. Fortunately, he was able to remember on how Reo's mother adjusted his bowtie properly during their wedding so he wasn't helpless this time.

Isagi was wearing a monochromatic gray tuxedo this time with a double-breasted navy-blue waistcoat and slim pants that gave contour to his shapely legs and thighs. He was still amid in making himself looked respectable in front of the mirror when he heard the door opened suddenly to reveal Reo who was making his way inside.

"Isagi are you done it's almost 8—." Reo stopped his sentence midway when he saw him and just stared at him for a moment.

His orchid irises raked over Isagi's form from head to toe in silence.

This made Isagi paused in what he was doing and blinked owlishly at him. "Y-yeah. I'm almost done...?" He inwardly cursed at himself for stammering like an idiot in front of him. Damn it to hell. If Reo kept looking at him like that, Isagi might not be able to control his face any longer and he might've combusted in a multi shade of red because of self-consciousness and embarrassment!

"Oh right, right. I'll just get something from the bedroom. Let's both go down at the café once you're done." Reo cleared his throat before speaking then turned away and headed towards their bedroom hurriedly and didn't wait for his response, leaving Isagi there with rubbing his nape awkwardly and feeling the tips of his ears turning into pinkish hues.

"Got it..." Isagi mumbled in response, trying in vain to fix his attention again on the mirror and fixed his bowtie but he could feel the slight tremor of his hands.