chapter two

"So which one should be my new pet?"

Katsuo and Shin were sitting in a coffee shop a few miles away from Harvard. Katsuo was stirring his drink while he glanced around. Shin could only guess why, considering his little brother took his drink black. It was fitting for him, really. He'd sent Shin up to fetch the coffee, and he'd come back with his brothers black cup and a brewed tea for himself. The tea was terrible here, but he sipped at it anyway.

Katsuo liked speaking Japanese in public. It also suited him. It let him indulge in all of his favorite things. He could mock others (not that he usually minded much if they heard him) and feel smarter than them at the same time. Both he and his brother could speak perfect English, but where was the fun in that?

He looked over to Shin, his dark eyes focusing on his brothers sunglasses. Shin always wore them, ever since they were children.

"What? No opinion?" he asked, mocking. He knew Shin thought this was a bad idea, but there was no way he'd ever tell. "Come on now, look around."

Shin sighed and humored his brother, eyes scanning the coffee shop from behind tinted glasses. He felt uneasy. He'd seen his brothers other projects, and as his gaze moved from one man to another, his heart ached at the thought of any of them becoming one of Katsuo's playthings.

"I want a blond one. I don't have any blond pigs." Katsuo said, sitting back comfortably with his legs crossed. "And blue eyes. Skinny, too, and proud of it."

The list would go on. Shin's only hope is that Katsuo wouldn't find a man who fit all of his criteria and he'd give up from boredom. He was a monster, but he was a fickle monster. He'd left his last victim after only a hundred pounds or so. In Japan, he was still considered horribly overweight, but he could maybe live a normal life here. If he didn't give in to temptation in the penthouse, which he probably already had....

"The boy behind the counter."

Shin immediately focused his eyes there, tensing at the sound of Katsuo's voice. It wasn't a suggestion or a passing thought- it was a decision. The boy behind the counter had been the one Shin had ordered from in the first place. He hadn't read his name tag. He was short, which was perhaps one of the reasons that Katsuo liked him. Pale, with blue eyes and blond hair that was a little long and curled. He had glasses and wore bracelets on one arm. He was also thin, and the black apron he wore over his sweater and jeans did nothing to bulk him up.

"He might be straight."


Even though he couldn't talk back to Katsuo directly, the least Shin could do was try to poke holes in his brothers plan. Katsuo shrugged him off immediately.

"As if it matters." he said with confidence, pulling out a fountain pen from his shirt pocket. He took the nearby napkin and jotted down his number before standing up.

Shin stayed, because he wasn't asked to join, and prayed he was right. But even he knew he was wrong. His own gaydar was finely tuned, and he remembered the boy's eyes lighting up when he looked at him. He could at least hope the barista wasn't into Asian men. That was a thing here, maybe...

But Katsuo had his charming smile, and he was unbearably good-looking. It wasn't fair for someone so evil to be so handsome and charming as well, but Katsuo had picked the skills up. The young man behind the counter was immediately enraptured, and Shin felt his heart sink. It was too late now.

The poor boys fate was sealed, and Shin was going to have to stand by and watch.

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Jordan couldn't believe he was going on a date so soon after breaking up with his last boyfriend, but he was overjoyed. Katsuo had been so sweet, coming up to him like that. If anyone else had done something like that, he knew it would seem creepy, but somehow coming from Katsuo it seemed charming. He was humble and kind, and he had a smile that made Jordan's heart flip. He was with the other asian guy, who was equally attractive and probably related.

He texted all of his friends Katsuo's picture as soon as the man had left, which he slyly took when he'd gone back to finish his coffee. They were all freaking out over how cute he was, and that made Jordan even more excited.

Community college and work had really been breaking him down lately, but at least now his hard work was paying off. As soon as he got home he rushed to find a cute outfit. He decided on a black tshirt and skinny jeans. The shirt was smaller than most of the ones he owned, and tight to show off the hint of muscles beneath. He wasn't stacked, but he was in good shape despite how skinny he was. When he lifted his arms, it showed off his lower stomach just enough to be a touch slutty, but not too much. It seemed like the perfect outfit for dinner and clubbing, which is what Katsuo had proposed.

When eight rolled around he was nearly jumping out of his skin from excitement. He bragged to his roommate about it and had shown him the picture at least five times now, but he wanted to brag even more. When there was finally a knock on the door, he sprinted to it.

"Katsuo! Hey there. I was wondering if you'd find the apartment okay..."

"It was easy enough."

Katsuo looked so casual and cool, wearing an expensive looking outfit and his hair just the right amount of mussed. He was a few inches taller than Jordan, and had deep dark eyes that left the blond feeling weak in the knees.

He took him to a nice restaurant. Not too nice, which Jordan appreciated. He would feel out of his element if they went to a fancy place. He'd dressed more for dancing than dinner. When they were seated he leaned back, hoping that Katsuo would notice his outfit and how it complimented his body.

"So... you know my job, but what do you do, Katsuo?" he asked as he awkwardly opened the menu. He hadn't actually dated very much recently.

"I go to school nearby." the Japanese man responded, not even looking at the menu.

"Oh yeah? Me too! I go to the university down the street from the coffee shop. Where do you go?"

"Harvard." Katsuo responded, meeting Jordan's eyes. It could have been delivered like a jerk, but the way the other man smiled, he wasn't embarrassed.

"Harvard?! That's amazing!" he said, but Katsuo just shrugged. "No really, that's fantastic."

Before they could continue, a waiter came by for their orders. Jordan ordered a salad, making a small comment about his current diet. ("I'm trying to build up a little more muscle, so I can model. I know I'm short for it, but they're trying to be more diverse so...") Katsuo looked to be in great physical health, and Jordan couldn't wait to find out.

They continued small talk. Jordan told Katsuo about his traditional Christian family and how they never really accepted him, but were trying. Katsuo told him about his distant father, and how he'd take over the entire business one day. Jordan was incredibly smitten, though he knew he was talking more than his date was.

After dinner they did go out dancing. Jordan picked the club, which was one he had gone to enough times to know the menu and also knew that they played quick, upbeat music that he could dance well to. He was able to get close to Katsuo while they danced, able to feel the man's muscles through his shirt, and his heartbeat quickened. Maybe he drank a little more than he should, but he didn't realize how much until he was a giggling mess, leaning on Katsuo's shoulder.

"Here, let me bring you to my place..." he managed to make out in his haze.

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((I had more for this chapter, but it exceeded to max limit. I planned for long chapters without realizing there was a limit, haha. I'm mad cause the next chapter is where it will pick up! I wanted to end on a high note, but instead the next chapter will open with it. I'll get that up tomorrow night once I add more to it. Thank you for your positive feedback, it really made me happy!))