Feilong would sometimes think about Akihito and wished that he had been gentler. The face of the Chinese underworld recreated different beginnings to him and Takaba Akihito, all beginnings leave out Asami Ryuichi and ends with Takaba reluctantly submitting to him with time.

Feilong tortured himself over it for weeks.

*

The face of the Chinese mafia found a new plaything a few days after he finished settling the business involving the deed he acquired from Asami. The new boy was a lower leveled subordinate with brown eyes and a body that was made to please another male.

The boy was a very willing lover. His sweet body easily molded itself to the contours of his body, the smaller frame trembled in his embrace, and those pouty lips would make the most indecent noises when Feilong stuck his cock into the boy’s tight ass.

His lover was obedient and he let Feilong do as he wished with him. That included letting Feilong mark him with a tattoo on his right hand and blindfold him every night before fucking him into the mattress, the wrong name on his lips every time he came.

*

The next time Feilong encountered Takaba Akihito, the photographer was not someone who looked like he had been kidnapped, raped, and nearly killed (more than once). Rather the boy had bounced right back from the events in China, with most likely only a left over scar from the bullet wound that went through his shoulder.

Feilong found it strange how Takaba no longer felt weary of his presence, even after what he had put him through. There was no fear in the brunette’s eyes when he looked at him, there was no hesitation in his step as he came up to his has been kidnapper to strike up a conversation. Even after all he had gone through, Akihito was stronger and more self assured than he had been before.

The Chinese man didn’t know what they talked about; he had a hard time concentrated on the words that flowed between them when Takaba stood so close to him, the scent of ivory, grass, and cigarettes clinging onto the boy. Feilong could see Asami staring at them from not too far away, a scowl clearly on his face as he spoke to some prominent Japanese cabinet member.

Seeing the expression on Asami’s face, Feilong felt like grabbing hold of the brunette that stood in front of him and kidnap him. Feilong already mapped out the escape route in his head and longed to run away with Takaba once again, this time locking the boy up for good so that he would be his and his alone. Negotiations for deeds and lands and people be damned.

Asami’s glower grew. It was as though the Japanese man was able to read his mind. He dismissed the cabinet member with a brush of his hand before his sharp voice beckoned the photographer to his side. The brunette does not fight the command or say anything to Feilong as he walked away back to his owner, like a pet on a leash.

Asami was quick to crush his lips to Takaba, not caring that they were probably at an inappropriate place for such a display. All Takaba was able to do was melt in his arms before giving in completely to Asami.

The smirk Asami wore on his lips for the rest of the night made Feilong clench his fist and wishing he had tried harder to keep Akihito when he had the chance.

*

Even with time, Feilong doesn’t really get over Takaba.

*

Because Feilong is an angst character and Takaba is everyone’s favorite uke. Sorry, it was so unbetaed and I might have fallen asleep in the middle of writing it, so I don’t guarantee the words at all. But I was determined to finish it in one go just because. Hope it wasn’t too awful of a read. As for the title, I couldn’t think of a good one so I just … found this proverb and I stuck to it. Everything else I thought up was too darn corny or typical.

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