"You've lost your mind. We should be on the plane and heading back to Beijing. It's a dangerous game you're playing and I don't like it." Peng bemoaned at the front desk of The Lotte hotel. His ward had no interest in this conversation and had looked at the woman who gave them the keycard to the presidential suite. "Are you even listening to me? You could've gotten yourself killed." Peng continued on and the words he was saying went through one ear and out the other for Lien. "Your room is ready, we hope you enjoy your stay." The woman said, her accent thick and her blonde hair tied into a high-pony.

"Thanks." Lien half-heartedly gave his gratitude and went to the brass elevator doors and went inside with Peng. There was a rich older couple inside the elevator as well and that kept Peng quiet until reaching the room. It seemed like Lien had his mind made up on how to proceed, lacking any knowledge of the trouble his grandfather and older brother were facing back at home. Then, the elevator dinged as they got to the suite and Lien walked in, kicked his shoes off and stretched his arms up, the creme colored silk top he wore lifted to expose his naval. "I need a drink, what about you Peng?" Lien addressed none of what Peng had said previously and had already grabbed the complimentary bottle of vodka, pouring a small glass and mixing it with a bottle of mors juice— a mix of cranberries and blackberries drink popular in Russia.

As he began to drink, Peng stood behind him and his eyes trailed down Lien's back and watched how his shirt lifted. His cheeks became flush with red and he cleared his throat, "Are you going to ignore me?" He asked and Lien looked over his shoulder. "Considering you're the bodyguard and I'm me...yes I am going to ignore you." The younger man huffed and turned around fully, observing how Peng was looking at him. "Doesn't seem like you want to talk much, looking at me like I'm candy. Is all of this because you're jealous?" Lien laughed and sipped his drink. "Did he touch you? What happened in there?!" The bodyguard's body language was defensive and indeed had an air of jealousy about him. It was amusing and pathetic, at least to Lien. "All I did was eat peaches, what's so wrong about that?" Lien finished the drink and made a sour expression. "God, I'd kill for a cup of wine. These Russians have no taste for joy."

While Lien was going on about his disdain for hard liquor, Peng closed in on him and placed his hands by either side of Lien and kept him against the counter. "Peng, what're you doing?" Lien shifted in the small space between Peng's arms. "I don't want that filthy Russian touching you. I'm supposed to protect you." Peng's voice grew breathy and he was pushing up against Lien, who was getting annoyed. Jealousy never was cute to him, in fact, he hated jealous people...so full of insecurity and entitlement. "I'm gonna take a bath, stop worrying about Vitya." Lien said and pushed against Peng's chest ushering him to move. Thankfully, he was saved from whatever awkward situation was about to ensue. His bodyguard complied and stepped to the side, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck.

Lien strutted away and grabbed his phone off the counter, entering the bedroom and closing the door. He heaved a heavy sigh and went straight to the luxurious bathroom with a stone tub. "Perfect," he muttered and dropped the clothes off of himself and filled the water tub up with suds. His eyes sparkled when he noticed a bottle of complimentary wine in an ice bucket and he immediately grabbed the corkscrew to pop it open. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He cheered and kissed the label of the bottle over and over again as he got into the bath and comfortably rested in the warmth as though he was in the fountain of youth. He drank straight out of the bottle and for about an hour and a half he drank, hummed, and washed his body free of the tacky feeling of peach residue on his hands.

After awhile, he stepped out of the bath and did his extensive routine of keeping his skin shiny and hair neatly finger-curled. Flashes of the restaurant ran through his mind and a devious smirk came over his face. Grabbing a deep red robe and the phone, he laid down on the bed that had satin pillowcases, a velvet comforter, and exquisite purple silk sheets. He couldn't help but text Vitya as he got hot and bothered from his imagination of what could be.

L: You never asked me what I'm wearing, I'm getting impatient.

His smile grew, checking the door to the room from the corner of his eyes to make sure Peng didn't continue his advances from earlier. Seeing that he was alone, his eyes latched back onto the phone in his hand.

V: So? Like I said I'm far too busy to worry about your clothing choices.

Lien bit his bottom lip and looked over at the large floor-length mirror by the bed. He'd sit up on his knees, parting the robe some to expose all the way down to his hip and snapped a photo. He sent it without much hesitation, taking a few more showing more skin and yet not too much to gauge whether Vitya would enjoy this instead of teasing words.

L: Are you too busy now?

He texted after multiple messages of Lien's strip tease. There was no response for about five minutes, and Lien had gotten more insatiable. His hand trailing down his chest, skin like butter from his body oil until he reached the neatly groomed landing strip, twirling his fingers around as if tending to a garden. He wanted it bad and his eyes stayed focused on his messages with Vitya, looking over those short and emotionless responses that made it all the more tantalizingly good.

V: How thoughtful. You'd look better in rope.

Lien gasped for air at the text and drew his hand away from himself, trying to savor this steamy exchange rather than spoil it. He rolled over onto his stomach and started to type on the small plastic keyboard of the phone. His tongue absentmindedly licking over his plump lips and reddened face.

L: Really? You know, I didn't enjoy our conversation earlier. Seems like you're always busy with that whore.

On the other end of the texting, Vitya had been sitting in a chair in a dark room with only lamp light. He smiled to himself, "So this cat can hiss." He said to himself and held the phone for a moment. Looking around the room and gave Lien exactly what he wanted.

V: Too bad, seems like you are addicted to the thought of me.

Lien got upset by the response, brows furrowing as he gripped the phone and closed it. He held it to his chest, having become a mess from his racing thoughts. It pissed him off how well Vitya toyed with him, in person and over the phone. That's when he felt the phone buzz and he hesitantly opened it to view the next message.

V: Rublevka Street, house 1762. Someone will let you in, kotenok.

Having been caught off-guard by the surprising message, Lien bolted upright in the bed and thought it over. Was this real? A trap maybe? He couldn't think straight from the full body arousal taking control. He took a deep breath and got to his feet, pulling on a silk black top and shorts. He loved how they slid against his skin and he'd rarely wear any other material. When he got his shoes on he had opened the door to the suite, peaking into the living room space and saw that Peng was falling asleep on the fluffy white couch. "Mhm. Lien, what're you doing?" Peng rubbed his eyes and the younger man rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get ice, I'll be back." Lien lied and went towards the door before Peng stood up and approached from behind him. "I'll go with you." He suggested and Lien mumbled curses.

Lien turned and gave a small smile, pulling Peng down by his collar and kissing him. It felt gross and Lien didn't so much enjoy kissing Peng, but it was the only way he could think of either subduing him or shocking him. To no one's surprise, Peng leaned forward and let his hand go up the back of Lien's shirt, tracing his finger over the others spine. "What was that for?" Peng pulled away with baited breath. "It was for you to stay here while I get what I need. And when I'm back we can continue this, sound good?" Lien was desperately trying to persuade Peng.

"Hm. Fine, I'll give you ten minutes." The bodyguard responding and clenched his fist, composing himself around Lien initiating a kiss that he himself was too afraid to do. "Good, sit on the couch and I'll be right back." Lien sensually replied as he opened the door and his expression became a little annoyed. That's when he requested a car to leave the hotel to the destination Vitya sent him.

L: I'm leaving now.