Flight IV: Arrival

The airport seemed almost empty as Izumi disembarked in London. He felt slightly out of touch with reality as he followed a few other passengers towards baggage claim.

Small clusters of loved ones waited at the end of the walkway, claiming their own in turn. With a small unpleasant jolt, Izumi realized there was no one waiting there to greet him.

Weaving his way slowly past the family groups he searched for his lover. The cheerful idiot usually stood out in any crowd but now...

"Izumi!"

He schooled his expression quickly, not wanting Takamiya's agent to see his disappointment. He bowed politely. "Mika-san."

"Welcome, Izumi-chan." Mika smiled at Izumi's usual reaction to being called "chan". "Takamiya-san is waiting at baggage claim. He was afraid you wouldn't want a scene."

"Idiot," Izumi grumbled, increasing his pace but making sure that Mika could keep up. She was an old lady after all, even if she didn't act like it.

"Izumi-chan!" Mika scolded a moment later when he stopped suddenly. "Oh. I guess you found him."

He had. Takamiya was a vision in a charcoal suit, his hair arranged in a slightly different style, and a small bouquet of mixed flowers cradled in one arm.

"I missed you," Takamiya offered as greeting, holding out the bouquet. Izumi ignored it in favor of throwing himself into his lover's arms. Neither one was aware of the attention they were drawing until Mika cleared her throat - loudly.

Drawing apart, Takamiya brushed his lips against Izumi's cheek and stepped back. "Let's get your luggage."

"Your claim ticket," Mika demanded of Izumi, holding her hand out with an air of royalty. Izumi obeyed without hesitation, although he glanced at Takamiya for an explanation.

"Off to the hotel, both of you," Mika instructed.  "I'll have the porter bring your bag up in a few hours, Izumi-chan." She motioned them away imperiously.

Takamiya nodded his thanks and took Izumi's hand, practically dragging the confused young man out to the waiting car. "My schedule is full until the weekend. At least this gives us a little time alone."

Ignoring the driver and the scenery, Takamiya pulled Izumi into his arms and kissed the eager young man. They broke apart only long enough to share a smile before Izumi kissed Takamiya back.

They stopped reluctantly, aware that they had to travel from the car to their hotel room without drawing too much attention. Fortunately, the car arrived at the hotel quickly and they managed to get to the room without being stopped by any of Takamiya's fans.

"Closed. Locked," Izumi narrated as he secured the door to their suite. The rooms were beautiful but he barely glanced at the antique furnishings and fresh flowers. Instead, he noted where the bedroom was and pushed Takamiya towards it.

"You did miss me," Takamiya teased as Izumi latched onto his tie and used it to bring Takamiya closer for a deep kiss. "Mmmm."

"Yeah," Izumi agreed, stripping off his clothing while Takamiya shed his own. They pulled each other onto the high bed, kicking aside bedding and sinking into the soft mattress.

"Now," Izumi almost whimpered as Takamiya rubbed against him, teasing Izumi's sensitive body into full awareness.

"Not too fast," Takamiya cautioned as he shifted, trapping Izumi under him. Without thought their bodies moved into familiar positions. Izumi's legs wrapped around Takamiya's hips, pressing them tight together.

"Shouldn't we wait? Build up the anticipation?"

"No!" Izumi wailed. "I haven't seen you in weeks.  Save the romance for later."

Takamiya grinned at his demanding lover. Izumi was rarely so impatient. Eager to please he reached for the necessary supplies. "We'll do this right, regardless."

"Fine. I know. I'll need to be able to sit tomorrow but... just..." He broke off as Takamiya slithered down his body and planted a kiss on his stomach.  "That's not helping."

Takamiya smiled and took Izumi's erection into his mouth.

Izumi gasped and threw his head back. Damn, he missed this.

Communication in the bedroom had never been one of their problems. Takamiya was both a patient teacher and an eager student. Once Izumi had accepted their relationship he'd learned fast.

Hands crossed flesh with just the right balance of whispertouch and demanding grip. Mouths mapped familiar terrain, leaving little marks of ownership.  Legs restrained and embraced.

"I'll be gone all day," Takamiya whispered when they were resting together afterwards, regret clear in his sleep-tinged voice. His arms tightened around his sweaty, sated lover as if already anticipating their separation. "I've got interviews, a signing and a Meet the Author party."

"Then we'd better get some sleep," Izumi responded calmly. "We've got a busy day."

"You don't have to come with me. You could stay here and rest."

"I didn't fly all the way from Japan to sit in a hotel room. Now go to sleep or you'll be yawning through your interviews."

Takamiya smiled at Izumi and placed a soft kiss on his hair before settling in and closing his eyes.

Izumi laid his head on Takamiya's chest, eyes closed, waiting patiently until his lover drifted into sleep before letting himself follow. Takamiya wasn't going anywhere without him.

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