The orderly let him go just as arms curled around his dainty waist. Taiga's chest heaved, feeling Aoi curl around him possessively, taller than him, and lay his chin on Taiga's elegant shoulder.<br/><br/>The orderly's eyes sharpened, confused and obviously debating stepping in, so Taiga smiled at him to persuade him it was all okay, and then allowed himself to be drug away, down the hall, around the medical cart an angry nurse was righting. The fingers dug into his wrist. He didn't tug or try to break the hold. He had no idea what power it was that let this man kill all those people, but undoubtedly he could trigger it now, they were touching, in proximity.<br/><br/>They went downstairs and out the side entrance, coming to a cherry red Porsche that on another day would have been pure porn to Taiga. He was pushed into the passengers side and he sat willingly, even buckled himself in. Whatever was about to happen, he had no chance of surviving it if he crossed this man's infamous ego.<br/><br/>Taiga's chest still expanded in pants. When Aoi slid into the driver's side and turned on the car, Taiga bowed to him, saying, "Yes, sir."<br/><br/>His eyes were dilated, running over the view, watching every street they turned down as Aoi drove him away from the party, the two of them the only survivors. Taiga hooked a hand in his tie and loosened the knot, gulping, eyes watching, calculating.