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Philippe's rotom phone lifted up and flew right in front of the large man's tired face. His eyelids were heavy to open up. With enough strength to open his left eye just a bit, he saw that Corbeau was the one calling. But it was 3 in the morning... Why was he calling him at this hour? Corbeau appeared on the screen; his room was bright as hell, nearly blinding the poor man.
"Were you sleeping?" Corbeau asked hiding his laughter with his resting hand.
What the fuck you think?!
Corbeau already was aware of Philippe's annoyance at the sudden face call. He couldn't help but to chuckled, not too loud but not too soft.
Philippe grunted covering his face with his tattoo covered upper arm before responding.
"Yea..?" He growled. Too tired to even watch his tone.
"Well, I was gonna discuss about one of our clients who haven't make a payment for a year now. But it seem you're busy sleeping." Corbeau sighed as if he was disappointed.
"Hmm?" Philippe lifted his upper arm slightly away for his left eye to be visible on the screen.
"Hm. Glad that woken you up. But yes, our client still owes us 1.6 million for building a hotel on the third island of Sevii Islands in the Kanto region."
Philippe sighed.
"When?"
"First thing in the morning. We be heading to the train station to catch the first Kanto plane. This won't be some kind of vacation, but bring something casual."
"Got it boss." He respond rubbing his eyes. At a quick glance, Philippe swore Corbeau made an annoyed look. Philippe ingored it.
"Okay. I'll see you at the train station." Corbeau hung up.
Philippe sighed seeing that it was 3:30 am. He had an hour and a half to pack up. But he was so tired he didn't want to get out of bed. Hopefully this "vacation" was worth it.
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They arrived at Kin Island from the ferry; they expected a nice little beach and not a fence surrounding the water and a cave to a small grass patch of Dunsparces. The small town up ahead was cute, but the locals weren't kind to neither of them. They weren't wearing their usual suits and ties (why would they? They're on "vacation"!), whatever happened here they brought those cheap tourist wears for nothing. Luckily for the locals, Corbeau and Philippe won't be bothering them as they walked past the town to Bond Bridge, where their hotel would be.
The hotel, Berry Hotel, looked decent. Obviously not a 5-star but yet the size of it was interesting. Corbeau saw that it was a three-story building with a hot tub at the rooftop. All that with no reviews. Outside the hotel, the hotel owner was watering his flowers before blindly greeting his guests. However, as he turned to face them, he realized who he greeted to. It like he saw a ghost or a monster lunged at him. He wasn't half wrong.
"O-Oh! Mr.Corbeau! Mr.Philippe!" The owner was shaken. "It is good to see you two again!"
"Ah! Good evening," Corbeau greeted. "I see you had made a good investment. Interesting to build a hotel in Kin Island. Not a lot of tourism here compared to the other islands nor the mainland."
"Ye-Yes! But it makes it unique, right?" The hotel owner started yapping about his hotel, the small town, the other islands, etc. Philippe looked down at Corbeau if he was listening to this nonsense. Turned out he wasn't, giving out a big yawn.
"Ahhhh.... Are you done?" Corbeau yawned. The owner stop his yapping.
"W-What?"
Wrong answer.
"I said, Are. You. Done?" His Golden eyes glared at the owner. The owner froze.
"Now that I have your full attention. I want to remind you about your debt. You still own me 1.6 million pokedollars and your last payment was almost a year ago." Corbeau glared at the hotel owner, his brows lowered as his golden eyes pierced through the man. Philippe looked down at the owner as well; knowing the man had no way to escape in front of a vemonous Ekans and an iron wall.
Corbeau chuckled.
"Well, maybe I could forgive the debt..."
"I'll do anything! I-I'll let you two stay in the hotel free of charge! As long as you like! Mr.Corbeau!"
That was easy.
Corbeau gave the owner a cold smile.
"Thank you. We be taking the hotel for the night."
This shocked the hotel owner, even Philippe was confused of why Corbeau wanted the whole hotel.
"But why?" The owner nervously asked. But Corbeau ignored him. Instead he started to walk into the hotel.
"Would you be kind to take us to your security room?"
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Looking around the hotel, the hot tub might be where most of the money went to. These hotel rooms were dull at best. No elevator, uneven staircase, terrible interiors, everything. What a waste of Corbeau's money. At the very least the security room was on par. Cameras were up to date and the surveillance were clear. Too bad Corbeau had other plans for them.
After everything was settled, Corbeau sat on an uneven chair while Philippe stayed beside him both staring at the owner. The room here was the most decent to the two men's standard yet still was not good enough. The owner knew this, he was shaking like a scared Skitty. It was such an embarrassment. Corbeau and Philippe's gold and sliver glares wasn't helping the poor owner either. Corbeau cleared his throat to get the man attention, he had one last request for the owner.
Huh?
The owner was baffled by Corbeau's final request; the man might've regretted this but there was no winning against a loan Sharpedo.
"Y-yes Mr.Corbeau! I have no issue with that!"
The owner quickly grabbed his belongings and rushed himself to the door. Before making his leave he shouted enjoy your stay to the two men. Corbeau made a quick glare to Philippe giving him a signal. The large man nodded and began patrolling the hotel. The three-story hotel was completely empty, no other guests but him and Corbeau. At the front desk, no guest list, no pamphlets, not even a computer.
Philippe sighed.
His final stop was the security room, deleting any possible recordings and turning off all the cameras. Having no guests, terrible rooms, no type of advertisement, nothing. Did the owner build a hotel or a mansion? Philippe shook his head, knowing Corbeau won't be happy knowing they might have gotten scammed.
Returning to the room, Corbeau didn't move from his chair but stared at his rotom phone. Without looking, Corbeau asked Philippe on what he found. Philippe told him everything.
"Typical." Corbeau sighed. His rotom phone flew away, letting out a much bigger sigh before leaning forward and resting his head on his hand. He stared at Philippe standing by the door waiting for another task. Corbeau made a soft chuckle.
"Relax Philippe. We're done for the night."
Hearing that, Philippe let out a sigh of his own. Finally unbuttoning his polo shirt but the second button fell off. Corbeau watched it falling to the floor, he slipped out a laugh seeing how annoyed Philippe looked.
"Cheap ass polo shirt!" Philippe growled. Corbeau continued laughing, almost falling from his chair. But Arceus believed he deserve some karma; the sound of the chair leg gave way. The laugh was cut off as Corbeau was on the floor. Followed by a sound of some cloth ripping. Now Philippe was trying not to laugh seeing his boss with a torn shorts.
"Don't you dare laugh!" Corbeau flushed. He felt embarassed, of all the things ever happening to him, it was this. Philippe looked away scratching head still smiling.
"Sorry boss. Didn't mean to-"
Corbeau glared at him as if he was offended. Using the now broken chair as support to get himself up, Corbeau fixed himself before walking to Philippe. The large man noticed his boss was not happy for whatever reason; suddenly Corbeau pulled Philippe's collar to had the both of them face to face. They locked eyes; seeing Philippe's face blushed up, Corbeau smirked. He pulled his right-hand man closer; while locking eyes, Corbeau gave him a soft kiss. Philippe jolted; pulling away.
"B-boss?"
"Shut up." Corbeau pulled him back. Philippe startled, this was all of sudden. Philippe's hands started to shake, trying to detain himself. But it didn't last long as Corbeau began grabbing Philippe's half-hard bulge. The large man shut his eyes before pulling away again trying not to let out a moan. Seeing Philippe already whimpering, Corbeau smirked.
"Hard already?" Corbeau whispered. "I knew these pants would make this interesting."
Corbeau stared at the shaking and heavy breathing Philippe, trying his best not to touch his boss. His eyes remained close shut until he felt something warm on his face, opening his eyes the first thing he saw was Corbeau's warm eyes staring at him. Philippe knew those eyes; he remembered the first time he saw them. Only him and Corbeau knew what it meant, it was love. True love. Just like old times.
"Philippe, don't call me boss tonight." Corbeau smiled.
They locked eyes once again, with no hesitation, they went back to kissing. This time, Philippe won't hold back.
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A rapid sound of a creaking bed and moaning was echoing through the third floor hallway. Corbeau cursed under his breath, feeling the thick shaft stretching him. These sounds were music to Philippe's ears. Watching his lover tightly grabbing the bed sheets, he grabbed Corbeau's wrists, completely pinning him. Philippe gave him a small smile and started increasing his thrusts. This made Corbeau gasped.
"OH! MY! ARCEUS!" Corbeau cried out. "Please don't stop!"
Philippe smirked, looking down at Corbeau being such a mess.
"Heh, you had no idea how much I missed this." Philippe grunted continued moving his hips. "I don't want this to end!"
Corbeau felt the ripple coming, staring at Philippe and crying out his name. This made the large man thrust deeper, heavily breathing and about to climax as well. Philippe gently cupped Corbeau's face; seeing his flushed face with teary eyes, he wanted to stare at him forever. Feeling Philippe's large warm hands, Corbeau let out a loud moan as he came. The small man breathed, heavily looking up at Philippe knowing he was about to burst as well, Corbeau gave him a warm smile cupping his face as well. The warmth, the eye locking, it felt so intimate but yet disappointing knowing this won't last.
"Philippe please." Corbeau whimpered, sounding sad. "Please say my name."
The realization kicked in for Philippe. How long since he ever said Corbeau's name? Is it too late? Because it felt like it.
Philippe pulled out before he climaxed letting out a growl. Looking down, the large man gave Corbeau a deep kiss before laying down beside Corbeau, breathing heavily. The small man scooped himself closer to Philippe; like instinct the large man wrapped his arms around Corbeau. They felt their warmth but there was silence between the two, unsure what to say. They both felt the disappointment looming in. Corbeau, laying his head on Philippe's bared chest, looked up at him seeing that he was already asleep. Corbeau sighed; all this not saying his name. But yet, seeing his flushed face smiling at him, locking eyes. It was just like back then. Corbeau sighed again before giving Philippe one last kiss.
"I'll let it slide." Corbeau whispered. Resting his head down once more with a warm smile on his face. "You're lucky that I love you."