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L: I’m nervous.
Langa grips his phone tightly, staring at the screen. Sent. He knows Adam is busy getting ready for his own meeting and not looking at his phone, but somehow he still hopes his message will be read.
“Langa, sweetie, are you alright?”
He meets his mom's eyes in the rearview mirror, the anxiety he’s feeling clearly reflected in her eyes. He offers her a small smile he intends to be comforting.
“I’m fine, just nervous.”
“You know, we don't have to do this if you don't want to. We could just go home.”
“No,” Langa shakes his head. “No, I want to do this.” He watches her face fall, sadness settling on her shoulders. “I really just need to know, mom. Nobody will ever replace dad, don’t worry.”
His phone buzzes in his hand. He looks back expecting another good luck message from Reki- even though his one from the night before still sat unread- but finding a sweet reply from Adam that instantly eases some of the tension in his gut.
A: Worry not, my love. I know meeting new people can be hard sometimes, and even if I don't know who you are meeting or why, I know they will certainly see how amazing you are just as I have. You know I would be there with you if I could.
L: I love you
A: I love you too, my dear!
Langa takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. It feels like this news has been looming over him for so long, has it really only been a couple of weeks since his entire world changed unexpectedly?
~
“I don’t understand. What are you saying?” Langa must have heard her wrong. She couldn’t really mean that…
“I’m sorry, honey,” she apologized again. “Oliver and I, we… Well we never planned on telling you, because it didn’t matter-”
“You’re right it doesn’t matter! Why are you even telling me this?” His voice was louder than he intended for it to be and she flinched slightly. He hadn’t meant to yell.
“Honestly, I never thought coming back here would make a difference, that I would see his face all the time.”
“You’re seeing him again?!”
“No!” She insisted emphatically, shaking her head. “I just meant that he is apparently a powerful politician, his campaign signs are everywhere. It’s hard to escape from a 17 year old mistake when the face of it stares back at you every day.”
Langa didn’t say anything. He didn’t really know what he could say, but she continued on.
“It was just a silly fling one summer night, I met your birth father at a bar in Tokyo, and it meant nothing. It was a stupid mistake honestly and then I met Oliver a few weeks later. He was on a vacation with his friends and I fell in love so quickly. I didn't even know I was pregnant until later.” She paused to gather herself.
“I was so terrified to tell Oliver when I found out. I just knew I was going to lose him, but your dad was a better man than even I knew. He insisted we tell my parents it was his and that we would get married. He said we would live together in his country and he would raise you as his own, so that’s exactly what happened."
“Langa, your father loved you very much. It didn’t matter that you were not his biologically, you were everything to him,” she stopped, allowing him a space to respond.
He opened his mouth, and then closed it again. His mind was racing. There were too many thoughts for him to sort through. What are you supposed to say when everything you believed about your life suddenly felt like a lie? His chest was starting to ache, tightening in a way it hadn’t since he found skating and his friends, since Canada, since his da-
“I can’t do this right now.” He stood up quickly. His fight or flight response screaming at him to run.
“Langa wait!” His mom called after him trying to keep him from leaving. She grabbed his hand pulling him to a stop and he looked back at her.
Langa could see the worry in her eyes. As he looked down at her, he felt his anxiety quiet just a little. He took a deep breath.
“Please, mom, I just need some time to think.”
Reluctantly, she dropped his hand and he grabbed his board where it leaned against the wall on his way out the door.
~
The car slows to make a turn pulling Langa out of his memories. He glances out the window to see a very familiar drive leading up to a large ornate house. The shock must show on his face when his mom chuckles nervously.
“I knew he was an important person, but I certainly didn’t expect it to be so big either.”
Langa swallows thickly, wiping his sweaty hands on his dark jeans. It IS big, but that isn’t what has him wide eyed.
‘It’s a big house, it could be anyone. Surely it isn’t…’
His mom shuts off the car and turns in her seat to look at him. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
Unable to trust his voice in that moment, he merely nods and climbs out of the car. He walks up the steps on autopilot, but hesitates when he gets to the door. Just out of habit he reaches for the knob to walk right in.
“Honey?” His mom questions coming up behind him.
‘Shit!’
Langa clears his throat and raises his hand to the decorative knocker and rasps it twice.
He steps back and waits for the face he knows is coming.
“Good afternoon,” the dark haired man says as he opens the door. Shock and recognition momentarily cross his face before he schools his features back to a practiced neutral. “Please come in.” He ushers them into the entryway and gestures for them to slip their shoes off.
“Follow me, please.”
Langa walks behind the secretary holding his breath, still hoping with everything that his inevitable conclusion is wrong, but that hope dies as they are led to the room where he knows all the important private meetings are held.
“Master Shindo will be in momentarily, please wait here.”
Letting his mom walk through first, Langa casts a panicked look to Tadashi whose eyes are just as wide as his. A whole conversation passes between them in that moment, but neither could actually say anything.
“It’s so nice in here,” Langa’s mom wonders aloud, oblivious to her son’s panicked state. She admires the couch running her fingers over the soft material and Langa has to shake away memories of supple leather cool under his bare skin.
He stands nervously in the corner of the room, he doesn’t want to be the first thing HE sees when he walks in. The door opens, and Langa’s mom returns to her feet..
“Nanako,” She’s greeted warmly, and a shiver rolls down Langa’s spine watching a familiar frame lean into her space, flashes of nails dragging down a muscled back flitting through his mind.
“Ainosuke,” she replies with a smile and leans into the french greeting with a blush. “It's nice to see you again, it's been quite a while.”
“Certainly,” he responds smoothly. “The pleasure is all mine. 17 years, and you look just as beautiful as you did back then.”
Nanako laughs. “You are too kind,” she smiles and gestures toward where Langa stands. “This is my son.”
Langa doesn't dare breathe as Ainoskue turns to greet him, distinctive blue eyebrows shooting up, crimson eyes widening.
“Langa, come say hello.”
Ainosuke recovers and approaches him with a hand outstretched. “It is very nice to meet you, Langa-Kun.”
“Hi,” Langa responds awkwardly, taking the proffered hand, the warmth he knows better than his own is comfortable in his grip.
“Come have a seat,” Ainosuke says, his hand hovering near the small of Langa’s back as he guides him to the furniture in the center of the room.
The conversation is anything but comfortable as the adults reminisce and Langa is forced to answer questions about himself that everyone in the room already knows the answers to. What makes it even worse is the heat that rolls over his skin when Ainosuke’s eyes wander over his body and he comments on how strong he looks. Langa flexes his fingers remembering the strength it took to hold himself still with his arms tied and suspended over his head as soft leather thwacks over his backside making his skin tingle.
A knock on the door draws his attention back to the present and Tadashi walks in with a folder tucked under his arms.
Ainosuke gestures him over while continuing to speak. “Nanako, I hope you don’t mind. I had Tadashi draft up some documents to have Langa here added to my will. I have also taken the liberty of setting up a trust and a college fund for him.”
Nanako shakes her head. “Oh no, that is too much! We couldn’t possibly take anything from you, we aren’t here for money. Langa just wanted to meet you.”
“Nonsense, dear” he silences her protests with a wave of his hand. “He may not have been raised a Shindo, but I insist you let me do what I can to secure his future.”
“I-” she merely nods, unable to find a reason to say no.
“Wonderful!” Adam claps his hands and stands. “While you and Tadashi go over the boring paperwork, how about I take Langa here on a tour of the estate?“
“Oh that would be wonderful,” she accepts for him and he doesn't argue following Ainosuke out of the room.
They walk in silence, Langa not questioning their destination. He knows this place like the back of his hand, has seen every hall, opened every door, so when they enter the library he isn’t surprised. What does surprise him is Ainosuke’s hand on his body after closing and locking the door behind them.
Langa leans into the familiar touch, tilting his head to the side allowing him to trail burning kisses over delicate skin.
“We can’t do this anymore.” Langa says breathily, but makes no move to escape his arms.
“Why not?” Ainosuke asks between kisses, he flicks open the button on Langa’s pants.
“You know why.” Langa chastises as his father’s large hand slips down the front of his jeans and pulls out his cock..
“But you’re already so hard for Daddy ,” he purrs, the familiar honorific taking on a whole new meaning. “Would you really deny me?”
“Fuck,” Langa groans, they shouldn’t. They really shouldn’t, but god he wants to so badly and he doesn’t even feel guilty about it. Morality never has been at the forefront in their relationship, but right then with Ainosuke stroking him just the way he likes, it matters even less. “No.”
“No? So I should stop?”
“No!” Langa cries as his hand stills. “Please.”
“Please what?” the older man asks, teasing the slit at the head of his cock. “Use your words, baby boy.”
“Please don’t stop, Daddy,” he whines. Langa presses his ass back earning a groan in his ear.
Ainosuke spins them around, planting Langa's hands against the library door and pushes his pants down to expose his ass.
They've done this enough at Sia Le Luce and Crazy Rock when they were too impatient to wait until they got home, so Langa knows the drill. When Ainosuke offers him his fingers he parts his lips and welcomes them in, coating the digits in saliva before releasing them with a wet pop.
“Good boy,” Ainosuke praises and teases Langa's rim with slick fingers.
It's quick and not as thorough as it should be but with each minute that passes his impatience grows until Langa can’t take it.
“Please Ai, I'm ready. I need you,” he insists, pushing back against the stimulation inside of him.
Chuckling in his ear, Ainosuke slips his fingers free. He spits into his hand coating his cock before lining himself up and sliding home.
The stretch burns, painful yet delicious. Langa cries out and Ainosuke clasps a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.
“I never thought my son would be such a noisy, desperate whore,” he goads, sliding out slowly and then slamming back in with force, eliciting another cry. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Knowing they might not have long, Ainosuke wastes no time setting a fierce pace. Langa is so overwhelmed by the force and fullness and everything that has happened in the last two weeks leading up to this moment that he is unable to stop the small sob that slips out.
Ainosuke slows his pace, kissing his neck gently.
“What’s your color, sweet boy?”
“Gree-” Langa tries to choke out, but he can't seem to get the sobs under control. Ainosuke slides free and pulls their clothes back into place.
Langa tries to insist that he’s ok, but is spun to face his partner. A gentle hand under his chin tilts his face up, and the tears that were barely held back slip from the corners of his eyes. Ainosuke studies him carefully, gently wiping them away.
The softness shatters the dam and Ainosuke pulls him into a hug. Langa isn’t able to control the tears that fall down as he clings tightly to his boyfriend, burying his face in his shirt.
Ainosuke shushes him, running a soothing hand through his hair. “It's ok, love, I’ve got you.”
Langa shakes his head, still hiding his face. “None of this is ok. This changes everything.”
Pulling back, Ainosuke makes Langa look up again to meet his eyes. He leans in slowly, giving the other a chance to retreat before capturing his trembling lips in a slow kiss.
“This changes nothing. I always knew you were my perfect Eve. Now I know you truly were made from a piece of my own body for me and me alone."