A Book Called Desire

XII. Defining Us (3)

"As I said before, no thank you. I'm not interested," Macau says through gritted teeth. Just how many times more does he need to say this?

Vegas snaps his head from Macau to Nao and back again, understanding is dawn to him. "He's the asshole?"

Macau nods reluctantly. Why does he feel this is going to be a big BIG deal?

"You don't rat me out to your brother? Hm. That's interesting," Nao makes a pondering pose. Macau snarls at him. It cracks a smile on that handsome face. For Nao, Macau is amusing. There is no one like him in his life and he leads a pretty exciting life.

"Yeah, Macau. Why didn't you outright say who the fuck he was?" Vegas is pissed. Naozumi Hayama is not someone you can casually fuck with, not in a sexual term of course. His brother may be the crown prince of the Hayama clan, but it is Nao who really holds the ropes.

Macau makes an uncomfortable gesture. "Because I thought it would become a big deal."

"Of course it was. I would fucking blow his brain out if I knew!"

"And blows up decades of treaty between us?" Nao asks in a playful tone that Vegas knows it is anything but playful. No. This bastard wants something and Vegas thinks he knows what it is.

He thought three years could make everyone forget what happened, but it seems someone is determined to make him remember. Old pain is biting him in the ass now and it is after his brother.

"Fuck if I care about that!" Vegas moves closer to Nao in a swift fast movement, but Nao doesn't even blink. His smile doesn't falter. He moves closer even, until their breaths linger with each other. "You should. Because my family can crush yours easily, Theerapanyakul. You guys are nothing compared to us."

Macau is annoyed when he hears that. "Hey, take that fucking back!" he scolds. He loves his family. Well, at least with the existing members of it.

Nao looks at him for three seconds before he says, "I take that back," to Macau. He then returns his gaze to Vegas, "Sorry," he says easily. Vegas is still seething.

Everything is a game for Nao. That is what makes life exciting for him. Vegas knows because that is how he used to live his life.

Macau tries to dissuade the situation. "Look, whatever happened in the past, it's already over. Relationship comes and goes, so it didn't work out between you guys. So what?"

Nao gives him a hike of brows, face morphs into confusion. "What are you insinuating, Babe?"

Macau glares at him. "Don't call me that!"

Nao is clicking his tongue. "Better get used to it, Babe!"

"I am so not going to get used to it! I have a boyfriend!" he shouts, trying to get that thinking into Nao's apparently thick skull.

Vegas can't wrap his head around this situation. "What are you talking about, Nong?"

Now, Macau is the one who frowns. "Weren't you guys in some kind of relationship in the past, that's why the bad blood?" Vegas shakes his head. "Fuck buddies only then?"

Nao is now roaring in laughter. "Sorry, Babe. Your brother is so not my type."

Vegas snarls. "You think you're mine?"

Macau doesn't get it. "But didn't you say ..."

"I said 'known' isn't exactly the word." Nao looks at him in a calm expression, waiting for understanding to come to Macau.

"Then what are you to my brother?"

"Well, it's a long story, but the short version is Your father was having an affair with my mother, thus the bad blood. Then your brother here decided it would be ok to fucked and ditched my brother, thus the dislike and hate."