Hot.
That's
what he is.
Hot
like wasabi.
Hot
like Sailo in mid-summer.
Hot like….
Well, you get the point.
He's really, really hot.
I can't remember when I first realized how attractive he
was. Maybe when he was sitting by the edge of the palace ponds, watching the
koi swim around in the water. Kinda reminds me of Kouji. Well, okay, not
really. Some of the stuff he does reminds me of Kouji. Me and Kouji were never
really anything more then fuck buddies. Okay, so I was a little miffed when I
got his letter saying he'd found a village boy that was oh-so-delicious and
ultra-sweet and proceeded to kidnap and seduce the poor sucker. I got over it,
though. As long as he's happy. Maybe it was then that I realized my new
attraction. I'd sat down next to him at the pond. Told him about my troubled.
He comforted me.
He's sweet.
Did I mention sweet yet?
So sweet I could just eat him right up.
I think I might.
I began to watch him. Not stalker-level watching, but
whenever I got the chance to I'd make sure he saw me, or cop-out on seishi duties
just to look at him. Talk to him. Be with him.
I'd like to say I began loosing sleep over this. That I'd
stay awake at night just thinking about him. That I'd angst over his feelings
for me. That I'd go into drinking binges to dull the pain that he probably
doesn't feel the same way.
But I don't.
I'm already a fuckin' drunkard. Everyone knows this.
I'm sleeping quite well, actually, too. Nice dreams, when
I can remember them.
Except for that one about that bastard Nakago dressed as
a geisha and Tomo getting encased in a man-sized ball of rice.
That one was just fuckin' WEIRD.
I honestly don't give a damn what he feels for me. Cuz no
matter what he feels now, if he claims he's straight, I'm gonna MAKE him want me.
With the exception that I'm starting to get cramps in my
left hand, I'd say I'm doing pretty damn good.
I sent Kouji a letter, asking him what I should do.
He wrote back that we should get drunk and screw, so in
case he's unhappy about it I can blame the alcohol.
Sounds like a good plan to me.
He's a little hard to get drunk, though. Some stupid
moral thing.
'We're on a mission, Tasuki!' 'We're seishi, Tasuki!'
'Don't light the waiter on fire, Tasuki!'
Stupid fuckin' killjoy.
God I want him so much.
He's sitting across from me at the inn table. By now he's
finally broken down and got us a private room to drink in. Says I'm causing too
much of a ruckus. Heh. Now we're alone.
I lean over the table and get really close to him so that
we're nose-to-nose. He blinks repeatedly and asks me what I'm doing.
…What was I doing again?
Oh yeah, the fucking.
I glance down at the table. It's COVERED in Sake bottles.
All of them mine. Hmmm… He looks like he's a little too fragile to be thrown
down on the table and fucked. Kouji could take it, but I have reasons to
believe that my love is a virgin.
Beds are usually the best place for a first time, right?
Beds or kitchen counters. Or clean tables.
But there's none around.
How do I get him to go into the room we rented without
him getting suspicious? I ponder this.
My love speaks.
"…Tasuki-san? Are you okay no da?"
"Fuck yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You were just
staring out blankly into space for the past five minutes."
Then, my mind similar to a steel hunting trap gets an
idea.
"Hey, Chiri… Would you come with me to the bedroom?"
"Sure, Tasuki-san… why no da?"
"Because."
Chichiri blinks, then sweatdrops. He lets out a sigh,
then agreed. Ha. He never suspected for a moment of my REAL plan. Like I said,
mind like a steel trap.
He follows me into the bedroom.
Well, okay, so I have to put an arm around his shoulders
to keep steady while he helps me up the stairs. Techni-fucking-calities.
Once we're in the room, Chichiri walks right for my bed
and starts getting it ready for me to go to sleep. This is too easy. I lock the
door behind me and stumble over to him, using chairs and the bed for support.
He's bent over and doesn't notice me.
Bent over.
I stifle a snicker. He'll be in that position again soon
enough.
It takes me a moment to think of exactly what to do, but
once I get an idea a grin spreads across my face.
"Hey, Chiirrriiii…" I say. He sighs, setting the pillow
down and turning.
"What is- DA!"
I push him down into a sitting position on the bed and
lean over him.
I lean in close. Our lips almost touch. A faint blush
spreads across Chichiri's face. He's so hot. So incredibly, mind-blowingly hot.
His eyelids flutter closed. I can feel his heartbeat, and
my own, quicken at our closeness.
"Chiri'…." I whisper roughly, slowly closing the
miniscule distance between us.
"Hai…?" He whispers breathlessly.
"…I wanna fuck you."
Chichiri's eye snaps open and widens at least three times
its size. He slaps me across the cheek. Hard.
"H-H-HENTAI NO DA!" He yells indignantly, pushing me away
and jumping up. I fall to the floor. Damn, now my ass is sore. It was supposed
to be HIS that would be sore after tonight.
Through the fog of alcohol, I can still see the bright
blush on his face.
Maybe it was something I said?
Chichiri realizes I'm watching him intently, and runs
right out of the room. I turn and watch him go.
He was gonna let me kiss him, but when I say I wanna fuck
him he gets all indignant and runs off. The little prig. He's so uptight.
What's wrong with wanting to fuck someone?
Damn, he's got one hot ass, though. Especially when he's
angry.
I rub the red mark on my cheek from where he slapped me
just moments before. It still stings.
Oh yeah.
He wants me.
