19 Winning...?

Each gentle tap, sliding of the soft fabric gently making its way on his face under the guidance of the man's whose gaze pulled him in caused several sparks that caused his impatient heart to race as though in competition against his brain.

He was trying to think logically, that is to punch the man in the face for being bold enough to touch him without permission and ask him to apologize or simply hand him over to Ren who seemed to find pleasure in torturing people until they realize their mistakes.

However, all those rational thoughts were kept caged up in his intelligent hard-working brain as the scent from the handkerchief filled his nose with what had a better effect than an aphrodisiac in existence. Who could someone smell so seductively good?

The place only got hotter that he was tempted to turn to the tap to splash cold water on his face once more but his brain had lost complete control over his body or perhaps his brain had come to agree that it was not a bad idea and gave in to the pressure of the feelings.

The man seemed to be so focused on his job of mopping the water off until Haruki took the handkerchief from him and leaned in that same moment to press his lips against the very attractive thin lips.

His lips were warm, and the taste of wine, of champagne filled his nose causing him to lean even closer to have a taste as he tried to part the man's lips.

A firm grip on his shoulder was felt before he was pushed away from what got heightened his appetite. The grip did not loosen as the warmth of the man's hand penetrated the fabric of his tuxedo and shirt.

He met the man's gaze with a trace of loss in his eyes before his expression turned into irritation and a trace of anger. Haruki was not angry with the man after all, the man had told him he liked women, and Haruki who was straight before choosing to be with men to prove that despite his beauty, he could top a man, totally understood the disgust, what he just did must have caused to the man.

He was angry with himself and irritated that for the first time in his life, he kissed someone without their consent. He wanted a hole to hide in but he could not run off like a little girl neither could he move away with dignity with that man's grip still on his shoulder.

He was so close to hating himself that he could only look away from the man's light-colored eyes because he did not want to see the anger, hatred, and disgust in the man's eyes. He had never liked anyone both men and women but especially men, the past has thought him enough of what that would bring to him.

Most of the warmth disappeared and Haruki made up his mind to leave that instant. He met the man's gaze mustering all the energy he could to show he was not weak as he took a step back and tried to smirk while maintaining his usual coldness.

He prepared a sentence speech to give the man that second and parted his lips to speak as casually as possible, "I . . . Hmm."

His lips were sealed with that wine taste he was inviting him in. His lips parted to speak and he was too shocked to seal up and the man used that moment of shock to seek entrance into his mouth. His tongue so generously passed that flavor to him.

The fear he had was gone the hesitation disappeared as he reached for the man's neck to pull him deeper into the kiss, taking control of the moment. At that moment, Haruki felt like the man's touch and the feeling of touching the man was a treasure he was hunting and regardless of how much he got, he wanted more.

It was equally intoxicating and mind-blowing that there was no hesitation even in his overly rational and logical thinking brain. Enclosed in one of the stalls, their pants filled the bathrooms and only a few strokes away from relief, Haruki stopped and met the doctor's gaze.

Haruki felt relieved and the hot pleading look in the man's eyes which usually hold so much warmth to everyone in pain, was gone and Haruki felt a strong need to monopolize that look, to make it his alone.

He smiled, "You look sexy."

The man's gaze slowly turned to confusion realizing what Haruki's words meant.

"Thanks for that service," Haruki added as he reached for the man's handkerchief and cleaned his hand. He left the handkerchief with its owner before pulling the door of the stall open and walking out. "Don't take too long, or someone might think you got bullied."

As Haruki rinsed his hand under the tap, he remembered the demand in the man's eyes, that was something he wanted to see more. He wanted to bring the man to limits he has never been to with anyone else and make him so addicted to him that he will be the only one to see that.

He had no time to go through those thoughts rationally as he glanced at the door of the stall before walking out of the bathroom. He felt like he won this time although it was a gamble. He felt the man will come to him to feel what Haruki held back from him.

The doctor might not come. He might have a good thought over the foolishness of their actions and save himself from falling for a man but Haruki remembering the man's gaze when they touched, knew at that point that the man wanted the pleasure too.

With so much confidence in winning, he enjoyed the party. Through the music, dancing guests, those coming to toast, his little lover, and the alcohol, he was unable to miss the man's gaze fixed on him. The hunger in those eyes which darkened in the lightening of the club was so evident, he drank more to celebrate his winning.

The man's attention was caught by a lady and even in the fifth time he turned to look at the man, the man did not look at him anymore. The alcohol in his glass suddenly felt too bitter for his taste and his cigar felt choking. He pressed the lit cigar in the ashtray with his gaze fixed on the man as he stood up.

He staggered a little and his lover stretched his hand to support but with a cold smirk, he shook his head and the younger man stopped. The lady laughed and the doctor smiled and with the endless movements he has made, the man did not spare him a glance as he continued to approach them.