yakuza! yuta x camboy! winwin
In which Sicheng just wants to follow his dreams, and Yuta just wants to spoil him.
started 07-27-24 / finished 08-19-24
#5 in Yuwin
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It'd been a long day, Yuta had spent an unnecessarily miserable amount of time with Kyoudai he didn't like. Now he could finally unwind, drinking with his closest friends, Takamasa Ishihara and Yuto Adachi.
Yuto was close to Yuta's age, and probably had the same amount of energy as him. He didn't live life on the edge like Takamasa, which was refreshing when spending so much time with Takamasa.
Even though Yuta was his boss, Yuto didn't resent him for his high ranking status, if anything, he saw in him what Hideto did. Knew that Yuta could lead the Yakuza one day if he needed to.
"So how's your love life?" He asked Yuta gleefully, something his friends loved gossiping about with him. He felt like a character in Grease sometimes. "Simple, just don't go there."
Yuto sighed, "God, Nakamoto, you're so boring." He teased, "Almost 40 and no girlfriend? Come on! You should have a wife by now." Yuta hated being lectured by men who didn't have the self control for just one woman, if monogamy was required by the yakuza they would've well lost their job by now.
"This is what I keep saying." Takamasa added, "Look, I just... I'm waiting for the right woman, I don't wanna get my heart broken." They both laughed. "You're a grown man, and you're worrying about a broken heart? Get over yourself." Takamasa gave him a hard time, probably never been in love himself.
Yuta, on the other hand, wasn't sure if what he was feeling was love or infatuation, but it was certainly consuming every waking moment of his life.
No woman could compare to the otherworldly beauty of Sicheng, so no woman could ever be of the slightest of interest to him. He already knew his preference, but, it was furthered by his fixation with Sicheng. There was nothing he wanted than to dive into Sicheng's vast ocean, be washed out by the current.
He took a sip out of his whiskey cup, he wondered if Sicheng could make a good drink, wondered if he could come home to dinner made for him by Sicheng's pretty hands.
And after dinner, Sicheng could be like a doll, fully complacent in Yuta's touch. They could make love all night, until they couldn't physically withstand another round.
Sicheng wouldn't have to work another day in his life, and Yuta could exist in the same universe as him. These fantasies have gone too far, it's all that Yuta ever thought about.
He knew his love was one sided, he was nothing more than a handsome face to Sicheng. But he'd convinced himself by now that if Sicheng met him in person, things would be different, Sicheng would fall for him immediately.
If his friends knew how much he'd fallen for a camboy, they'd be relentless in their criticism. Yuta didn't care if they didn't approve of his personal life, the less they know the better.
Out of boredom – and obsession – he unlocked his phone and scrolled through the pictures he had saved of Sicheng. He landed on one where Sicheng looked quite beautiful, his Chinese style makeup suiting his feminine features.
He had on a ruffly top that overcompensated for his flat chest, it was cheetah print and showcased his thin arms well because of its sleeveless nature.
He didn't notice Yuto peeping over his shoulder, "Who's the pretty lady?" Yuta looked up confusedly, "What do you, have a girl you're not telling us about?" Shit, they were talking about Sicheng. "Y-Yeah, I haven't told you about her because she's a shin-kakyo."
That excuse sounded believable enough, they found foreigners a bit strange; as Japan is a very culturally shut off country. But generally, they weren't sinophobic. They'd give him a hard time about it jokingly, and not care otherwise.
"So you got a mail order bride? What is she, your personal Chinese restaurant?" Yuta could only dream of a life domestic enough where Sicheng could cook his native cuisine for him. "Wow, she's beautiful." Takamasa added, "Is she a model? I heard Chinese models are out of this world."
"Yes, she's a model." He responded, trying to sound as believable as possible. If they ever find out this is a camboy he's become a pay pig for, he's fucked. "You said she's a shin-kakyo, is she loud in bed too?" Takamasa questioned.
There was a largely agreed upon sentiment in Japan that Chinese people are loud and unruly, Yuta didn't necessarily agree upon this himself, as he largely romanticized Chinese culture, and viewed Sicheng as rather meek in most scenarios. But it doesn't mean that Takamasa or Yuto had enough education on intersectionality to disagree.
"She's really quiet most of the time, honestly. Except for in bed, of course." Probably the biggest lie he told out of all of them, as, on top of not being a woman, or a model, or his significant other.
Sicheng's virginity was something that he'd discussed in more depth to Yuta than just the one time. He'd never fallen in love, and didn't like the idea of sleeping with a stranger just because society told him he should lose it at a certain age. He wanted someone to take their time and make love to him when they took his virginity, not just pump and dumped.
"So, are you in love?" His tone was antagonistic, teasing Yuta for his previous comments. "We're still... Getting to know each other, but h- she's lovely." Technically true, he was lovely, and it made his heart flutter. "You are in love! I can see it in your eyes!" Takamasa asserted.
Yuto snickered, "Soon they're gonna get married, his mail in bride needs citizenship after all." And Yuta made a sour face, he was getting defensive about a fake relationship with a woman who's a man that he's paying to watch him beat his meat.
