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In the end, he decided against the brownstone and chose a flat in the East Village. It had always been somewhere he was more comfortable than the Upper East Side or any of the fancier neighborhoods. From the son of a whore in the slums of London, he'd risen to become a courtier at Versailles, then a gentleman of the South, easily mingling among the various strata of society, but the upper echelons always made him twitch with their hypocrisy. The aristocracy--even when born out of the American bourgeoisie--never changed.

The East Village had been gentrified during his imprisonment, until it was trendy and expensive, but it still kept more of a bohemian vibe, and part of him couldn't bear to actually move to Brooklyn.

The flat was in an old pre-war building on Avenue C. It had high ceilings, exposed brick, and hardwood floors throughout. The kitchen was small, but since he didn't cook much, it didn't much matter. A fireplace nestled in one wall in the living room, and the price came in solidly under one million dollars so he was pleased by that as well. He paid cash, took the keys, then set about having some of his things transferred from Montreal. The furnishings he picked out himself--reds and browns to compliment the tile and brick, a large sofa across from the fire, a comfortable chair by the window, a table and two chairs tucked in a nook. He turned one bedroom into a library, lining three walls with bookshelves that reached to the ceiling with a futon against the fourth wall for any guests. His bedroom he did in shades of blue and grey, with a feather bed and down comforters piled on top of a King size bed. He never wanted to sleep on a thin mattress on a cot again. If he didn't sleep much, it didn't matter. The bed would be comfortable, dammit.

When it was done, he was pleased, or as pleased he could be about being in the City. It wasn't a location Bob would think to look. They all knew about his money, they'd look somewhere more posh. But this, he decided, suited him just fine.

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It's very comfortable. I don't think I'd leave. *He loves to play with Adam's hair. His other hand skims under Adam's shirt to caress his back.*

*Adam snuggles down over him, nuzzling at his jaw like a contented cat*

Then my diabolical plan is working.

For a diabolical plan, I definitely will agree with this one. Keep me trapped in your bed of pleasure.

*amused snort*

Is that what we're calling it?

You don't think it's appropriate?

*chuckles*

I was thinking more just of "the bed" but then I always did lack imagination in naming things.

*He plays with Adam's hair, almost massaging his scalp.* Does it come with handcuffs?

*He closes his eyes, smiling softly at the touches* Mmm...I'm sure it does somewhere.

Maybe we should break them in as well?

You really are insatiable...*He shoots him an amused look* Are you sure it's only been a short time since you were with me in Japan?

I can never get enough of you, Kensei.

*Adam brushes his fingers through Hiro's hair, smiling at that* Nor I you, but...don't you think sometimes we should...talk?

*Hiro rubs against Adam's hand.* What do you want to talk about?

Adam's forced to laugh at that, ducking his head to kiss Hiro gently. "Do you know? I've no idea...what did you do today?"

"I went to work. I don't know why because neesan still doesn't know what to do with me. I spent the whole day looking at Amazon.jp to see what they had for sale."

"That sounds....terribly productive," Adam murmured, lips teasing along Hiro's jaw, fingers sliding to slowly unbutton his shirt. "Were there any good sales?"

Hiro shakes his head, then his breath hitches as the shirt's unbuttoned. "No, I either had it already or I wasn't interested. Tomorrow I should go to Amazon.uk."

"Do they have different things?" Adam asked, sliding his fingers over Hiro's exposed chest, his lips dipping to nibble on his neck.

"Mmmhmm. British books, DVDs, comics. I haven't been there in a while. Oh!" He shivers as Adam hits a sensitive spot.

"I may have to look at it myself...a bit of a taste of home." Adam's tongue ran over Hiro's collarbone, tasting another bit of home, in many ways.

"Ken...sei," his voice hitches. "That's...so good." His fingers are ghosting over Adam's chest, skimming over his nipples. He takes one between his fingers, pinching a little.

Adam shivered at the pinch, nipping at Hiro's skin sharply in response, then flashing him a mischievous smile. He was in a mood to play, with none of the darkness, the violence that normally clouded his eyes. "What's good? The British Amazon?" he teased, tongue soothing the bite he'd just made.

"You...you're so good. Feel so good." His fingers trace Adam's lips. He loves this smile, especially the way it erases the sadness that seems to cling Adam. He can't help but smile back despite his panting. The fingers on Adam's nipple move to the other one, fingernails gently scratching.

Adam moaned a bit at the renewed touch, losing his more playful train of thought at that. He pressed a kiss to Hiro's fingertips, then sucked one into his mouth, tongue curling around it, teeth lightly scraping over it.

Hiro whimpers, wanting to feel his mouth everywhere on him. With a wicked grin, he flips Adam onto his back and straddles his hips.

"My turn," he growls.

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