A/N: I'm so sorry, but I have to add a small dictionary of words because I use a lot of Japanese in this fic.
Shoji: wooden sliding doors with translucent paper on.
Edo: the previous name for Tokyo.
Kimono v. Yukata: Kimonos are usually made with silk and are fancier. Yukatas are typically made with cotton.
Okami: God
Natsu matsuri: Summer festival
Tsuki Ryuujin: Moon dragon (I kind of made up this phrase, but tsuki is moon, ryuujin is dragon god, or dragon king)
Tatami mat: a kind of rush flooring used in traditional Japanese homes. Made of woven rush grass around a rice straw core, they are gentle but firm underfoot.
Fundoshi: traditional Japanese underwear, or loincloth. They are not sexy so just ignore it please lol.
Onsen: hot spring bathhouse
Kagema: male prostitute (through the story I'll be sprinkling in the history/traditions of this but just know, YES, THIS WAS A REAL THING IN JAPAN)
Okay, on with the fic!
~ Crimson Summer ~
The shoji, a light wood with even lighter paper covering each square, was the only separation between the still, dusty summer air, and the heady, unknown territory that was just one of many brothels in the red-light district of Edo. And yet, the door was so plain – and Riku felt foolish, having thought it would be different. He felt foolish standing here, at all. With breath held and an otherwise stoic face, Riku opened it. Foolish, again. The door was weightless and easy to slide across the floor; a sign that it had been opened many times, but not quite enough to suffer damage.
Riku wondered, vaguely, impertinently, if the same could be said of the people within. Foolish.
"Welcome!" a soothing, feminine voice said. Riku tensed like a cat on-edge. "Is there anyone you would like to request?"
Riku slid the shoji closed behind him, though the woman's question made him want to flee; not that his honor would let him. She stood in the entryway, not two feet away from him; a beautiful, stunning woman in blue. Her hair, her eyes, her kimono – all blue. She stood strong and still – statuesque – and yet somehow still graceful, like she floated above the floor with ease, like the floor would be gifted by the touch of her feet.
And Riku stared at where those feet would be as soon as their eyes met. "No, no thank you," Riku said, harsh and rough. He cleared his throat.
He felt her eyes on him, silent, and he planned to run again.
But two men emerged down the hall. "Oh, okay now, I hope to see you soon!" the younger one said. His voice, melodic and smooth, demanded Riku look up from the floor – and oh. The young man – was he an okami of summer? His hair was a whirlwind of rich bark and earth colors, voice warm and light like the season. His kimono was red, too – feminine, with gold flowers trailing the sleeves and ends, folded high across his chest, coy. And his smile; in it, Riku could almost hear the laughing children running down the streets of the natsu matsuri, feel the summer sun kissing his skin even from high in the sky.
"I hope so, too," another man said, and the sensation of summer wind ended under Riku's skin. His sharp gaze went to the one who spoke; immediately, it was obvious he was older, a monk by his garb – but unkept, a drunk, serene smile on his face.
The brunet – who Riku was now calling Summer – leaned up to hug him, and sent a wink to the woman in blue over his shoulder. "Oh!" the man cried in surprise, "Don't miss me too much." He chuckled, and Riku blinked again.
Were they… familiar? Did this man – this holy man, this monk – see Summer often? Was that common? Monks had more experience than Riku, the Tsuki Ryuujin, and Lord Axel's right hand?
Summer giggled back. "Bye now!" His beautiful, full lips split in a smile, again. "I'll be waiting."
"Thank you, come again," the woman in blue called serenely to the customer. He laughed under his breath as he passed Riku through the shoji; though whether at him, or rather simply content, Riku couldn't say – but it sent an unpleasant chill through him.
He should leave. Axel's orders be damned – he was probably fucking around anyway, as he always did– But he couldn't go now, with the man gone, with the two beautiful courtesan's eyes on him. He stood rigid, for once wanting to appear as frightening as his reputation painted him.
"This your first time?" the woman asked, gentle and unimposing. As if Riku's virginity were as boring, or commonplace, as rice. Just the suggestion made Riku's ears hot, and did nothing to loosen his jaw.
Summer tilted his head, a curious smile leftover on his face. Then, he giggled, bending down in a stretch. "Bleh!" he cried, voice different than before – no longer song, but bright and crass and childlike, "Thought that guy would never leave." He held his hips like they ached.
It was too much – the God of Summer, no, the whore, and the damn promiscuous monk, and Axel's teasing Riku knew would follow this entire affair no matter which way it went– Riku couldn't do this. He spun, reaching for the door but –
The young man caught his wrist. "Hey, where you going, handsome?" Riku chanced a glance over his shoulder, and almost instantly drowned in the blue of the young man's eyes. They were a perfect deep ocean blue – Riku had never seen a monsoon, but this escort held one in his eyes.
This was stupid. Axel was stupid. Riku was stupid, for listening, for coming here, for finding the sun in this stifling place. And this place– "Far away from this stupid place," Riku said, eyes snapping away, "Unhand me."
But the brunet laughed again, a high trilling thing. "Aww, c'mon – since you're already here, why don't we have some stupid fun?" He winked again. Behind him, the woman in blue sighed, the ghost of a smile on her lips. She hid it immediately behind a graceful hand.
Stupid fun? How could it be fun, when Riku didn't know what he was doing and Summer would know and burn him for it? But the man was tugging him, eyes wide and expectant, mouth set in such a playful smile Riku wondered if maybe he was in the wrong place after all. Before he knew it, Riku had no fight left, and let himself get dragged down the hall. The escort called back to Blue, "Thanks, Madam Aqua; I won't take any more clients tonight, okay?"
"Understood," she called back, and the two disappeared past another sliding door, just as smooth and light. It closed quietly, so quietly, anyone could hear Riku gulp.
The tatami mat under his tucked knees was quiet, despite his weight; though Riku was like a stone on it, spine so straight and stiff he might be mistaken for the buddha statuette in the corner. He purposefully kept several inches away from the bedding, also red, red like his insides twisting at what he was here for, red like Summer who babbled like a storm and then left before Riku could even say another word.
Before Riku could feel anything but red, the prostitute returned with tea on a tray. He set it to the side as he approached Riku, talking as he bowed and sat directly in front of him. "You're in luck; the tea is fresh today," he said, chipper and completely oblivious to the nervous wreck that was in his room.
"I'm Sora, by the way." He bowed again, though it was little more than a nod. If Riku had ever bowed so half-heartedly in front of his superiors, it would have meant certain dishonor. But they weren't here, and Summer's – no, Sora's, smile riddled Riku's care to nothing.
With a sigh, he replied hesitantly, "Riku."
"Riku," Sora repeated, eyes lit up like the sun through clouds, "Riku, as in Lord Axel's right hand? The Tsuki Ryuujin? That Riku?"
"You... you know me?"
"Of course," Sora tilted his head, "It's all everyone is talking about – of your arrival. How long are you staying in Edo?"
"Just a week, this time," Riku said, still bewildered that his name had reached farther than the five feet that circled his commander. Because Axel was a man of fiery power and reputation, Riku, his stoic right hand, often went unnoticed. For a samurai, this wasn't a vice, but nonetheless had consequences.
One of which, led him here.
"Hmm," Sora said. He scooted close enough that their knees touched; Riku suppressed a flinch, watching warily. The courtesan leaned in, quick like the tide and just as experimental. Riku instinctually leaned away – scoffing after because he knew he failed a test. Sora returned with another brilliant, but snarky, smile, putting his elbows on Riku's knees, resting his head in the palms of his hands.
"Then, how did you get here?" Sora asked, his curiosity just as passionate as the color of his kimono. "You don't seem like the type to just..." He twirled a hand to explain the rest and let his glance meander around Riku's face, down around his shoulders, down to his hands in his lap.
Riku tensed again. "My... friends put me up to it," he replied, pathetically, because Sora definitely knew Riku was inexperienced, completely out of place, and still second in command to the most powerful lord in Japan; he'd be the gossip of the town, at this rate.
Sora laughed, short but loud enough to fill the room. "You're too honest!" he said, "You could have just lied about coming, you know?"
Riku nodded, feeling the blood in his ears, and looked away. He could still hear the laughter reverberating in his head.
Sora withdrew his elbows, but touched his thigh gently. The rest of him transformed into something gentle, too, the dim room only softening his edges more. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, okay?" Sora said.
Riku paused; what did he want to do? Now that Sora wasn't laughing at him, just observing Riku quietly, he remembered that he came here of his own volition. Yes, Axel ordered him here – as a test, or lesson, or something, but if he were honest with himself, he didn't come here on orders. He came here because…
Even through his own kimono, Sora's touch was warm. And Riku was so, so cold.
"No, I… I want to," Riku replied, letting his legs jut to the side so he could scoot onto the futon. Sora's eyes lit up, and Riku rushed to explain, "I just… haven't done this before." Riku begged the four walls around them to soak up his words till they were gone.
Sora chuckled like he knew and didn't. "Haha, too honest again…" Slowly, he crawled to Riku and straddled him, pushing him back softly. Both Sora and Riku knew Riku could easily toss him away, but he didn't. When he settled, a foreign weight on Riku's hips that he was astounded to realized he… liked, Sora breathed, "But okay then."
And instantly, Sora was something else – eyes falling to stormy crescents, grin dropped, and did he spread his legs farther apart? Riku froze staring at Sora's crimson kimono, hitching higher and higher on his thighs and yes, he had to be doing this on purpose because then Sora was ducking down – deft and soft fingers dipping under the fold of Riku's yukata pulling, brushing skin, while his lips–
Every kiss Sora peppered on his neck, his collar bones, his chest made his skin raise in little bumps, chilling and warming and dizzying. Riku laid there, awkwardly, a cumbersome statue again, wondering just what he should be doing, wondering what Sora was doing to him so fast, or how, and –. His touch took Riku's blush with him, heart beating so hard Sora could probably feel it on his lips.
Sora paused when Riku's obi prevented any more skin exposure, sat up, but kept a hand against his chest. Riku looked away, as there was no conceivable way Sora didn't notice his heart pounding in his chest. But the escort said, "Definitely samurai."
"What?" Riku asked, more like spat, flustered and confused.
Sora tilted his head, and with a wicked grin trailed his fingers down Riku's chest to his abs, well-defined but sensitive. Riku sucked in his stomach by instinct. Sora replied, "Strong heart, strong body, quick instincts – samurai."
He seemed satisfied by Riku's incredulous scoff, and dove back down. His kisses were leisurely around Riku's ribs now, closing into the abs he touched. Riku still couldn't hold back the fluttering flinches. He wondered just how long Sora intended to take, and remembered his comment to Madam Aqua that Riku would be his last client for the day.
Riku glanced to the side, lips pursed. The Buddha statuette in the corner was laughing at him.
"You don't have to just lay there, you know," Sora mumbled with some amusement, his hands tugging deftly at Riku's obi knot.
Then, do what?
Maybe it showed in his eyes, because Sora took one of Riku's limp hands and placed it on Sora's thigh, under his kimono. That damn kimono, so eager to draw higher, so eager to draw red on Riku's cheeks. "You're adorable," Sora teased, but voice airy enough that it felt sincere, "Touch me wherever you want."
Want… that word again. He trailed his gaze down Sora's frame, so padded by the thick garment, and stopped where his hand rested. Sora's thighs were warm, somehow soft but firm at the same time, and clear of all imperfections. Riku, nervous but fascinated, passed a thumb over the peak of muscle. So soft, he thought, and suddenly he could understand why youth was so worshipped. Even his thigh hair, a sparse field of cinnamon brown, was soft.
Sora made a noise of encouragement, a soft "mm." He had untied both the obi and the strings of the yukata, pulling them to the side. It was then that Sora let his kimono slip from his shoulders, untying his obi with unnatural quickness and ease. His arms, his chest, were just like his thighs; unmarred, sugar brown skin warm and youthful. He was toned and wiry despite his profession, but just as graceful and beautiful.
Sora basked in the attention Riku couldn't help but give him, stripping with all the airs and dignity of a prince. After all, there was no use for shyness for him. Still, Sora tilted his chin toward his shoulder, eyes lidded with sultry intent. It worked, because Riku found himself staring at the spot where his jaw met his neck and swallowed dryly. The spell was only broken when his eyes drifted down, down, when he realized Sora was wearing nothing under that kimono, nothing but air between Riku's hand, and Sora's cock. And he was red again, his own dick twitching at the sight.
Sora was wholly unaffected. Before Riku could blink, Sora had Riku's fundoshi untied and out of the way, leaving him just as exposed. He was half-hard already, and Sora wasted no time to grab him, stroking gently. Which was a lightening strike to every nerve, and it took every ounce of energy for Riku not to seize up.
The only thing Riku allowed himself to do in reaction was hiss; his mind quickly began reeling that this was happening, and with Sora, who had years of experience compared to Riku's none, who was beautiful and youthful and graceful compared to Riku who– who was stone, who was cold. If Sora was summer, Riku was winter; eager to steal the warmth with nothing to give in return.
Not that Sora showed it; he was back to kissing Riku's chest, open-mouthed and wet. It sent shivers straight to Riku's core – so distracting – coupling with the strange, new heat Sora was generating with his ministrations; distracting. Sora's strokes were steadily increasing in speed, and length, covering more and more of Riku's cock as he hardened. Riku found himself gripping Sora's thighs, touch trailing higher the more he forgot himself, until his thumbs were tracing Sora's hip. It produced happy sighs from his escort, his breath ghosting tantalizingly across him, only encouraging Riku's hesitant touches more.
When Riku's hips jerked up instinctually from Sora's strokes, Sora slowed, and pulled up. With a lick of his lips that Riku felt in his core, Sora said, "You still want to?"
"Yes," Riku breathed, body screaming that this was just crumbs, he needed more.
Sora's lips upturned in a smile sly and victorious. "I'm going to ride, so you can just lay back." He winked.
"Are you sure–" Riku tried to rise up on his elbows, but Sora nested his fingers in the top of Riku's hair, and held him back. All words died on Riku's tongue as he watched Sora lift himself expertly, aligned Riku's cock to his hole, and sank down.
Riku nearly choked on the sensation; Sora was so hot, and tight, and slick which – Riku had just enough sense left to feel a pang of guilt when he put together why. But, fuck, it felt wonderful, and nearly made Riku cum right then and there. But he barely held it back, for the express purpose of wanting to know what Sora meant by ride. But Sora sat still on him, panting and watching Riku breathe just as hard.
"Good, right?" Sora practically purred, and cackled when Riku sent him a glare. "Good," he hummed.
Riku only got to exhale one more time before Sora rolled his hips. A groan, low and hardly suppressed, left Riku's throat. "Just enjoy it," Sora commanded, as if Riku could relax or "just" do anything, before adding, "not every day I get to tame a dragon."
Riku wanted to retort but it was swallowed with another roll of Sora's hips – but it was even more torturous, because he didn't stop this time. His thrust lead straight into another, slow and intentional. Riku couldn't do anything but watch and attempt to breathe, overwhelmed by the tightness, the ecstasy pooling in his hips, Sora's eyes now lidded and dark and deep like they held secrets and mysteries but only watched him, Sora's chest rising and falling with little gasps.
His skill proving itself in every movement, Sora rode and still managed let his hands explore, fingers finding their way back to the hills and valleys of Riku's stomach and chest. Riku's senses stolen by Sora tight ass, he didn't flinch from Sora's touch – no, this time he stared, incredulously, how Sora never took his eyes off Riku, his body, his face. He knew Sora probably had trained himself to do this for everyone, but damn if it didn't work on Riku anyway. He felt wanted which was almost as alluring and impossible as Sora himself.
Riku didn't notice when his hips naturally began jerking to thrust up, seeking deeper and more and the release his body was so quick to beg for. Riku didn't know his body could be so far from his control, but he had no stream of consciousness to take it back.
Sora was right. He'd been tamed.
And Sora's voice; his little groans, triggered by the snap of Riku's hips, were near driving Riku crazy, Sora's pretty, open mouth a torturous invitation too far away and – fuck, too good. His body drank every touch of Sora's hands, every squeeze of his ass, the delicious friction like Riku was an endless, empty pool that could siphon every bit of bliss Sora's body could offer. But their eyes met, and too soon, abruptly, before Riku knew it was happening, he was overflowing. Sora's eyes were the sea before, but now they were blue flame, and it consumed Riku before he could blink to break the connection.
And his blood must have been oil, because the rest of Riku caught flame, igniting every nerve with white hot ecstasy. His back tensed, and a gasp that ended in a groan of, "Sora" left him, but he hardly noticed it. He came harder than he ever had before – was left burning and spasming under Sora until the pleasure was small, warm waves.
And Sora watched all of it with a soft grin, silhouette glowing; the rolling of his hips slowed, as if milking Riku for the last shivers his body could muster. God, and how easily his body gave into Sora's requests. Riku settled back into the emptiness, void of even the energy to wipe the sweat from his face.
Sora fell to the side of him, Riku's cock sliding out damp and sated. Effortlessly, Sora propped himself up on an elbow on his side, drawing little shapes on Riku's chest. "How's that for stupid fun?" he asked, sticking his tongue out.
How did Sora have the energy for words? Riku was still too high to register anything but the simple desire to pull him closer, to hold him. Which was stupid. Riku blinked slowly, brow knitting together.
"You..." Dumb thoughts about how he was sorry Sora would need to clean up, and dumb questions if there was an onsen near or if Sora was hungry crossed his mind. And he didn't say any of them.
But Sora giggled – it reached his eyes, unlike the grin that he sent his previous customer. "Wow, you're gone. You really were a virgin, weren't you?"
Riku didn't think that warranted a response. The truth, though out in the open, didn't matter. The kagema could think what he wanted. What did catch his attention, though, was Sora's cock, still half-hard and leaking pre-cum.
It left a strange feeling in Riku's gut. Axel's task, no, command, briefly floated across his mind – thought about how lovers consisted of those who loved, and those who were loved, and how useless it all was if both weren't satisfied. Maybe it didn't matter to most.
Sora was saying something, talking with his hands, hair windswept and buoyant though there was no wind. Riku interrupted, "You didn't cum."
Mid-sentence, Sora stopped. He blinked. "Um, yeah, but that's okay – I didn't expect to." His grin faltered to something curious, and unsure.
"But you're supposed to be loved," Riku explained, though the language left a blush on his cheeks that was infuriatingly inappropriate given the situation – not that his body would cooperate with anything Riku wanted, it seemed. "Can I?"
Sora blinked again, smile gone completely and replaced with shock. "You want to..." He recovered a little, "What is it you want to do?" He tilted his head charmingly, "I'm at your disposal."
Riku wondered if he had said something wrong, for Sora's courtesan charade to so quickly resume. When he reached out to Sora's hip, and Sora didn't recoil, he cupped the side gently and brought him closer. Their faces drew near, but Riku didn't try to pull him in. Curled in, Sora appeared almost vulnerable, and the last thing Riku wanted was to scare him away.
"The thing you did before we... Let me do it you," Riku asked.
"Riku, you really don't have to," Sora replied, biting his lip. He looked down between them, where Riku's hand rested, to his exposed arousal, and back up to Riku with an awed bewilderment. "Most customers don't, you know. I could... do it myself, if you wanted to watch."
He got the impression that that was a frequent request, but that would be useless to Riku right now. He shook his head. "No, I want to please you."
Sora scoffed softly, and then bit his lip in thought. Really, his lips were too beautiful for the abuse of his teeth, but Riku didn't say anything. Riku spent a lot of time not saying things – had a lot of practice.
After a moment, Sora met his eyes. "You can, but I have a request."
Riku lifted one brow. Sora continued, "Your hair. Can I ... pull it down?" His hand gingerly went to thick hair bunned at the top of Riku's head. It tickled the small hairs at the base and Riku shivered.
"It's longer than it appears," Riku warned him, but Sora didn't seem persuaded. So, he nodded once, acquiescing though the request was strange.
Sora smiled again, another that seemed to lighten the room. With practiced, nimble fingers, the knot was undone and Riku's silver hair poured down. Sora guided the waterfall over Riku's naked shoulder, hands trailing over it. "It's beautiful," Sora whispered, and... Riku wanted to love him again.
"Touch wherever you want," Riku echoed back to him, instead. Sora's affirmative smirk was all he needed before grabbing his half-soft dick. Whatever shyness, whatever nervousness he had before must have melted under Sora's sun, still warming Riku.
But he didn't have time to think about it, because Sora gasped, clearly surprised as his smile disappeared. He briefly hid in Riku's chest like he'd fallen there, but released the choked air and leaned back again. Riku kept his strokes firm and steady, technique-less and plain, watching. He didn't know what was right, but replication was simple.
Sora hardened fast in his hand, his body just as dynamic as the person who occupied it. Now the giver, Riku became acutely aware of everything Sora did. He was so expressive, quick to moan, flutter his eyes, and grip or scratch at Riku. When he tilted his nose into Riku's silver locks, near nuzzling it, with a soft, "Ah," Riku realized – and said aloud, "They don't touch you."
"Ah– n-no," Sora stuttered, blushing, actually blushing, "Not for my sake."
"Mm." When Riku didn't respond further, fascinated and distracted by how different Sora's body was now, practically shivering against him just from his hand, Sora groaned, "Faster – like, like this." He grabbed Riku's wrist, pushing it to go lower and then up again. Sora exhaled in relief – so Riku copied what Sora explained, earning cute, louder whines. He hoped the walls were absorbing the sounds again, because he wanted to keep them for himself.
The more worked up Sora became, the closer he drew – in mute observation, Riku watched the brunet intertwine their legs, a hand alternating between embracing the small of Riku's back or digging his nails in. Riku deserved it, because there were pink lines on Sora's thighs, climbing up high to his hips and the plump of his ass, though Riku didn't even remember gripping there.
"Fuck–" Sora muttered, then demanded, "harder." This time Riku didn't need a demonstration, and his reward was the ocean rolling back till Riku could see more white than blue.
That made Riku warm.
"Riku, I'm–" Riku hyper-focused on not stopping or slowing, appreciative that Sora could warn him, unlike himself. But Sora glared, withdrawing the hand on his back to cover the tip of his dick, the other nesting in Riku's hair – Riku thought it would be impossible to feel desire so soon, but Sora losing composure on him sent a shock of knotting, twisting want through him.
And Sora came. Riku knew by the breaking, high pitched moan that got lost in Riku's hair and shoulder as Sora shuddered and curled into them. Riku was memorizing the flush on Sora's cheeks, his hot breath that floated across Riku's collar bones, his twitching limbs – though why, he had no answer.
"Sto– stop, uhn, Ri–"
He released Sora's cock, near-bashful, because he'd entirely forgotten to slow or stop. The brunet sighed, stilling all at once. His skin shined with a sheen of sweat, even his chest red like he'd bloomed.
The quietest he'd been all evening, the brunet was content to just breathe for several minutes; though Riku noticed him twirling locks of silver around his finger. Riku took the liberty of pushing some of his rich brown locks from his sticky forehead.
His first noise after that was an airy giggle. "You're… too sweet. Just a little practice, and you could take my job."
Riku scoffed, glancing to the side in diffidence. "Practice?" he muttered, frowning. Sweet?
"I'd volunteer," Sora sighed, staring at his hand covered in his own release.
After re-dressing and a cup of tea later, Riku was pushing himself out the door.
"You could leave in the morning, you know," Sora reminded him, frowning as he leaned against the open shoji. He had followed Riku to the front. "Really, happens all the time."
"Thank you, but no," Riku replied, thinking about how much shit he was already going to get from Axel for being gone this long.
The brunet quickly gave up, but smiled. "Alright then. Safe travels, my dragon. Don't suppose I can convince you to come back?"
Riku paused at the nickname. "I… don't know," he said, truthfully, "We travel a lot." Somewhat whiplashed from the last few hours, Riku wasn't even sure if he'd have the gall to even walk down this street again. Like the man who left before, his feet felt heavy even getting this far, like a drunkard meandering home.
Sora nodded, then bit his lip again, hands fidgeting in the sleeves of his kimono. "Stay there," he murmured.
Thoughtless, Riku obeyed, eyes widening as Sora reached up to his chin, held it still, and leaned up. He placed a soft peck on Riku's cheek, lingered there for a moment both brief and infinite, and then shrunk back down like a recoil.
"For earlier," he said, glaring at the ground from the corners of his eyes as his mouth pouted.
Before Riku could respond, Sora whirled on his heel, and walked away. Like the sun setting behind the hills, he took the light, the warmth, with him, rounding the corner. The foyer was cold and blue without him.
One hand on his cheek, Riku took a step back, and slid the shoji closed.
A/N: For those who have watched Miss Hokusai, yes, the beginning was based entirely on the brothel scene! It was my inspiration for this :3 jalksjdfa I'm so excited for this fic, guys, I've had the idea for literally months now.
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