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The Hazards Of Love
Robert/Saito, PG-13 prompt: " Saito arrives at Robert's front door, drenched by the rain to apologize for something. Robert, of course, forgives him and they have makeup sex/cuddles and kisses."
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Robert had to give Saito credit for bypassing security although, knowing the other man, he could've telephoned beforehand, threatened - or bribed, as was Saito's style - somebody along the way, maybe Robert's head of in security, whom Robert had been meaning to fire for the longest time despite the thirty years of service he'd rendered his family.
It wasn't the fact that Saito was there on his doorstep that raised eyebrows, but rather, the state he was in, sodden, wet with rain, looking nothing like the crisp CEO Robert knew him to be, a sad little droop to his otherwise dignified shoulders. Saito tipped his head to the side, shaking the rain off his his umbrella. His Ferragamo loafers formed puddles on Robert's Tunisian carpet and it was late enough that the simple action irritated Robert.
"I believe we're experiencing bad weather," Saito said by way of explanation, smiling at best he could.
Robert, who had seen this smile before at countless luncheons veiled with an undercurrent of deceit and false sincerity, decided he was having none of it and shut the door in his face. A few seconds later, Saito rang the buzzer and yelled something that was muffled by the door that separated them.
Whatever it was, it sounded desperate, and it took an approximate thirty seconds before Robert pulled the door open again and scowled darkly up at Saito who raised his eyebrows, as if in surprise - or delight or a combination of both - hand caught mid-knock, and nodded his head in a gesture that seemed almost sheepish.
"I suppose you think I'm just going to invite you inside." Robert said, keeping his arms crossed and his gaze steely, although his jaw tended to wobble in the face of Saito's charm. "This changes nothing, Saito. You're not going to win me over by turning up on my doorstep, wet and disheveled. Stop trying to play the martyr. It doesn't suit you."
"Even you wouldn't be so heartless to leave me outside in the cold, Robert."
Robert smiled, tight-lipped, fishing his phone from his back pocket. "I can always have security escort you on your way out in case you get lonely."
"Robert," Saito began. He stepped closer and Robert tried evading him but simply wasn't quick enough. Saito's arms enclosed him and Robert found himself valiantly trying to lodge free of Saito's grip but Saito was having none of it and wound his arms tighter around Robert's waist, the wet squelch of his Victorinox coat making Robert slightly uncomfortable.
"I've missed you." Saito whispered, sounding more wistful than he had any right to be.
"I often find that hard to believe when you surround yourself with the attention of a dozen or so young women." Robert scoffed. "And let me go, you're ruining my clothes." He made a brief effort to struggle but gave up halfway when Saito pressed him even closer to his chest. Robert closed his eyes and rested his cheek on Saito's shoulder. His face was warm, whether from anger or embarrassment, he wasn't sure and he was annoyed at himself for submitting so quickly with hardly a fight. Only Saito could lure out this side of him, render him feeling helpless and despairing, reduced to simple basics. His mouth refused to move to protest when Saito cupped the back of his head and touched his lips to his ear.
"The tabloids lie."
Robert stiffened, fighting off the shudder that ran down his spine. He focused on anger, anger was easier, it grounded him, made him feel even more in control. "Is that why it took you three weeks to return my phonecalls?" He clenched his fists but with Saito clutching him so tightly he could barely move one hand to push Saito away.
"Did damage control consume your time completely that you failed to respond to my messages?"
"I know I should have spoken to you sooner-"
"You think?"
"Robert, you're acting like a child-"
"I'm acting like a --" Saito's grip finally loosened and Robert shoved him off, pressing a hand to his chest to deter him from coming closer. "I'm acting like a child? I am not the one going out there, every night, making a fool out of myself by visiting whore houses--"
"I have an illegitimate child."
"What?" Robert stopped, caught off guard.
"I was visiting a woman I previously had sexual relations with. She tells me we have a son together. I wanted to see him but she would not let me."
"You had a son with a whore?"
They both winced and Robert felt almost ashamed for acting out of pettiness. He scrubbed a hand through his face and sniffed a nervous laugh, the energy draining from his bones as he leaned against the wall and stared blankly at Saito.
"This is a depressing waste of time. I'm going back to sleep."
"Robert-"
Robert turned, holding up the hand that still clutched his cell phone. "Leave or I'll call security."
"Do I have to beg?"
Robert paused before glancing over his shoulder to find Saito resting on his hands and knees on the carpet, his head bowed in penance and kept low enough that his forehead nearly touched the floor. The fabric of his coat stretched across his back, smooth and covered in a thin sheen of rain water, outlining the broad sweep of muscles under his shirt.
"What are you -" Robert started, but the words died down in his throat as soon as Saito's hands closed around his ankles. His palms were softly calloused, and like Robert's, knew no manual labor.
"Don't." Robert said, rolling his eyes, shaking off Saito's grip from his ankles. "Get up, Saito."
"I apologize for not having told you sooner."
Robert clenched his jaw but didn't waver. "Get up."
Saito looked up at him, imploringly, the set of his jaw firm and unyielding. He climbed to his feet quickly, eyes never leaving Robert's face, and without warning, seized Robert by the shoulders, walking him backwards against the door and pressing their mouths together.
Saito swallowed Robert's muffled protest and gripped his wrists, pinning them to the wall before Robert's hands flew into fists, and Robert shuddered, all the way to his feet, as Saito's warm tongue stroked the inside of his bottom lip before pulling back, breathing heavy, and fitting their hips together.
"I hate you sometimes." Robert moaned, clenching his eyes shut tightly. He swiped his tongue across his bottom lip, swallowing thickly, wriggling his wrists free of Saito's grip and curling his arms around Saito's neck.
"Why now?" Robert's voice broke from exhaustion and a combination of a number of other things, like the heat of Saito's dick against his thigh and his warm breath against Robert's temple. "I have a business trip tomorrow. Guatemala. I'll be gone a whole week."
"I could-"
"Don't even think about it. I am not a child asking to be coddled and looked after, Saito."
"I want to make sure no harm comes your way." Saito smiled, and Robert lifted an eyebrow, pretending he wasn't completely charmed. "Can you blame me?"
"I'd rather not have a team of people watching my every move from twenty feet away." He snorted, remembering the morning he'd drawn his curtains to find a helicopter outside his window.
"Am I forgiven now?" Saito asked hopefully, grinning like a predator waiting for his prey to give. And Robert gave, eventually, in spite of all internal conflicts, shoving Saito off gently before letting him inside.
The carpet, of course, suffered, as Saito left a wet trail leading all the way to Robert's bedroom but it wasn't something housekeeping couldn't take care of in the morning. Saito settled next to him under the sheets, body warm, enclosing his, their clothes left in a pile at the foot of the bed and the bed creaking gently as they moved together in the dark, Robert's breath hitching as Saito pushed himself deeper, deeper, hard enough to hurt if it didn't feel so good, if it didn't make Robert's cock ache and his toes curl in the mattress.
The night wore on, starless outside, pitch black, rain pattering down the windows, falling in thick sheets. Robert reflected, as Saito pressed a warm kiss to the top of his spine and turned off his cell phone, cutting off a call, that perhaps he was more emotionally attached than he cared to realize.
It was ironic that he had wound up with Saito of all people, whose cunning and cheek irritated Robert day in and day out whether or not they met for business or pleasure. But it was times like these, when, stripped of their layers and removed of their pomp, Saito snoring softly into the space between his jaw and his shoulder, that Robert realized he was not entirely immune to emotion like he once thought he was, and rather than feel terrified, he was actually quite relieved.