Authors Note: I know very little about some of the content in this chapter, so should my facts be grossly incorrect, I apologize. Also. This is a very sexy chapter.

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What I assume is only a few hours later, I manage to drag myself awake. Carefully I sit up but as I do my face contorts in annoyance. My torso is sticky with dried semen and when I shift around in the bed, I feel the contents of Noiz's release start to drip out. This is what I get for not cleaning up right away. I think irritably. It's just then that I notice that Noiz is no longer curled up in bed with me. Panic sets in a little but it fades quickly when I catch the sound of something sizzling on the stove.

So as not to get the bed any dirtier than it already is, I awkwardly stand up while clenching my buttcheeks together, and shuffle into the small bathroom attached to our room. Turning the shower on I quickly remove my shirt and throw it into what I can only assume is the laundry basket.

Before jumping into the shower, I take a quick glance in the mirror, and turn bright red as I do. My hair is completely dishevelled and my skin glows like a new born childs. All the sex was making me shiny, and I'm pretty positive people will think I'm a newly wed. Shaking the embarrassing thought out of my mind, I hop in under the steaming water and let it rain down over me.

A short while later, after drying off and putting on at least a clean pair of pants, I wander into the kitchen where Noiz is standing at the stove making something. A familiar smell hits me in the face and I inhale deeply. He's making bacon. Out of the blue my stomach gurgles, quite loudly, alerting him to the fact that I'm there. He turns around and smirks.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He teases. He clicks the stove off and turns all the way around to face me. "Did you sleep well?" He asks.

I can't answer for a second but when I do I ask, "Morning?" Confused, I cock my head to one side.

He nods. "You slept for almost fourteen hours. It's around 7:30 right now." Reaching behind him, he picks up the plates resting on the counter and brushes past me into the dining area. "You seemed exhausted so I just let you sleep. Should I not have?"

I follow him with my eyes, head still tilted to one side, and immediately shake my head. Ever since arriving in Germany, I've had trouble sleeping, so getting a good nights rest feels amazing. Admittedly, even sleeping that long can't vanquish the pain I'm feeling in my hips and lower back, but I don't let it bother me. It was a good ache. One that alerted me to the fact that I was loved, more than I probably should be, and that I'm in a place with someone I love more than life itself.

Noiz sets the plates down on the tiny kitchen table and then flops down in the chair closest to the window. After a second he impatiently brandishes at the other chair, telling me to sit. I shuffle towards the it, and slowly slide into place. I hadn't noticed it before but my personal chef is walking around in nothing but a pair of green boxers with a bunch of white bunnies all over them. Before I can stop myself, an inappropriate thought pops into my head and all my blood rushes to my face. Turning away I cover my mouth and try to will the colour out of my cheeks.

"What's wrong with you?" Noiz asks as he picks up his fork.

"N-nothing." I stutter in reply, turning back with a sheepish grin on my face. Get a hold of yourself, Aoba! Silently chiding myself I pick up my own fork and dig into the food before me. I'm honestly surprised at the quality of food, though it's no restaurant quality. The eggs are way too salty, and the bacon is overcooked, but in general it's edible.

For a few seconds, Noiz watches me eat before digging into his own plate. We eat in comfortable silence. When we finish, I feel his gaze on me and I look up at him. "What?" I ask.

"What are you planning to do today? I have some business I have to attend to so I'll be gone until tonight."

I'm a little taken aback at first. It's totally slipped my mind that he has an actual job here in Germany, and he's not just a bratty informant selling information. I set my fork down and lean back in my seat, contemplating. "Hm." I stare at him intently for a second before replying, honestly, "I have no idea. Maybe I'll go explore the area a little bit more or something. Ren is with me so I shouldn't get too lost."

"That sounds like a good plan." Noiz nods and then gets to his feet. Throwing his arms in the air he stretches one way, and then the other, and I can't help but watch his muscles bend and flex. Feeling my eyes on him, he gives me that trademark grin before leaning over the table and planting a light kiss against my lips. I blush a little but don't turn away. "I'm going to get dressed." He says, straightening out again. As he brushes past me, he lightly pats my head, fingers catching gently in my hair.

Feeling a little starstruck I sit there quietly for a moment before shaking my head and diving back into my food. After finishing my own breakfast I quietly clean up the kitchen. As I do so I catch myself smiling from ear to ear. Memories from last night flicker through my mind and it makes my body feel hot. It also prevents me not looking like a perverted fool as I stand alone in the kitchen.

A short while later Noiz comes out from the bedroom dressed formally from head to toe. Although I liked his hoodlum look, I can't deny that his professional look drives me crazy, too. He approaches me quietly from behind. When he's close enough he reaches out and lovingly grabs a lock of hair. Pressing it to his lips he slowly lets out a sigh. My body twitches as the nerves still left light up simultaneously. "You smell good." He murmurs as he breathes in all the air he'd just let out. "I don't want to go to work now... I'd rather stay home and play with you." His arms snake around my middle as he latches himself onto my back. His chin rests against my shoulder, his steady breathing tickling my ear.

"Come on now." I pat his hands while leaning my head back. "You went through all the trouble of getting dressed, don't let it go to waste." I feel him nuzzle his nose into the crook of my neck. For a few short seconds we stand together like this before he lets out an (almost) frustrated sigh. "Don't be like that." I pat his hands again and turn my head to peck him on the tip of the nose. "You'll be back for dinner, right?" He nods and then untangles himself. His firm hands lingers for just a second around my hips before letting go. I turn back to the sink to finish the last of the dishes as I listen to him put on his shoes and grab his briefcase which waits by the door.

"Aoba, see you later." He calls back to me.

"Mm. See you later. Have a good day at work." I reply. Before thinking about it too much I add on, "I love you."

There's the briefest of pauses before he calls back, "I love you, too." I can hear the embarrassment in his voice. The smile on my face grows wider until I'm ginning like an absolute fool. Inside my chest my heart throbs wildly as even the thought of Noiz passes my mind. I never thought there would come a day I'd be so indescribably happy, for lack of better words.

Ren comes up to me from behind, the soft pat-pat of his paws hardly enough to draw me from my reverie. "Aoba." The slightly mechanical voice calls my name. Placing the last plate in the strainer I look down at him, still smiling. "Your heart rate is looking irregular, are you alright?"

Blushing I reply, stumbling over my words, "Of course, Ren! I'm perfectly fine." He cocks his head to the side in slight disbelief but says nothing. "Don't give me that look! Anyway, I'm going to finish getting dressed and then lets go out around town. Noiz won't be home until evening anyway." He blinks in response before turning around and plodding into the living room to wait patiently on the couch. Shaking my head slightly I dry my hands and head back into the bedroom.

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Considering the warm temperatures, I decide that a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans will suffice for the days activities. Although I like the puff jacket I always wear, it's just not within the realm of reasonable for this time of year.

Slipping my wallet into my pocket, I turn out the light in the bedroom and head towards the front door. As I'm slipping into my shoes, Ren pops up beside me, eyes glowing a little as he calculates our route for the day.

We exit the apartment and I lock the door behind us. "So where to first?" I shiver as the slight morning breeze gushes past. It's still early in the day so it's chillier than I expect.

"Hm." The small dog contemplates quietly for a second. "Perhaps a leisurely walk around the park would be good? None of the shops will be open this early in the morning."

I nod. "Good idea." The thing that I love most about the little apartment Noiz picked out is it's proximity to a local park. The land is green, and fresh, and it's beautiful. Trees line the sidewalk and there's empty plots of grass everywhere where people lay sprawled out, either on blankets or directly on the ground. Benches are scatted along the miles long trail where singles, and couples, enjoy early morning coffee, or just breathe in fresh air. The atmosphere is so relaxed, it feels almost like a dream.

As soon as we arrive at the park, I start down the first trail I see. We pass a few people along the way, and through habit, I smile and nod to greet them. A few give me odd looks but it doesn't bother me much. Next to me Ren pats quietly along, his head swiveling side to side as he takes in all the new information he's getting, storing it for later use. Once in awhile he stops to sniff at other (real) dogs but catches up in a second. There are times where I forget that he has dog-like behaviours and it makes me giggle. No matter in what form, a dog is a dog.

After a good hours walk we sit down on the closest bench for a rest. Ren hops up into my lap as he processes some of the things he learned. I pet his back while I wait, watching the people who had gotten up with the sun. A few minutes later he's done and he's searching for our next destination.

"Aoba." He looks up at me. "Are you hungry?"

"Hmmm..." I look up at the sky and rub my stomach, thinking. A quick second later I look back at him and nod. "A little bit. Noiz's breakfast was good, but I guess it didn't fill me up that much."

"There's a near-by coffee shop. Would you like to go?" I nod again. Standing, I hold Ren in my arms and let him direct me to the cafe.

We enter the cafe and I'm met with soft jazz playing through speakers mounted on the wall. The strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills my nose and I inhale deeply to take in even more. Although small, there's a large number of people roaming around the shop, laughing, reading, drinking... It was the perfect morning atmosphere. I go up to the register and the cashier smiles broadly at me. "Good morning." He quips cheerfully. "How are you this morning?"

"Great thanks." I reply.

"Good to hear. What can I get for you?" His finger is poised over the computer screen, waiting, almost impatiently, for me to choose.

I glance up at the large wooden menu and scan it quickly before turning to look into the sweets case. "Hmm. I'll just take a regular coffee and a croissant I guess."

"Right away!" The cashier smiles like a child as he rings me up. "That'll be 4.50 please."

I hand him the cash I've already drawn from my wallet. A second later he hands me my change. I step back a little to let the next person in line go while I wait. A minute later I have coffee in one hand a tasty croissant in the other. Setting Ren on the floor I adjust the drink to my liking before finding a seat. There are none left inside so I exit the building and take a seat outside on the patio.

The table I'm sitting at has a newspaper laid out on it. Picking it up I flip through it quickly to decide if anything holds my interest. Deciding it was, I set my coffee down and open it wide. It takes me a few seconds to realize that nothing I'm reading makes sense. I forget that I'm in Germany... and that everything I'm reading is in German. Oh well. I think. Pictures speak louder than words, right? I lay the paper flat and hunch over it to take a deeper look at the photographs. I struggle through a few sentences under each picture just to get a general understanding.

Ren sits quietly beside me and watches me struggle. I can feel the laughter in his eyes as I grunt out my frustrations at my (current) ineptitude.

We stay quietly for awhile, eating and drinking in blissful silence. Well. Not so much silence as the sound of early morning suburbs. A few cars whizzing by, dogs barking at passer-by's, shop owners yelling at each other across the street in both friendly, and less than friendly, voices. It's peaceful.

As soon as I'm finished, I throw the foam cup I was drinking from in the trash and pick up Ren. We immediately meander down towards the center of town where we can shop.

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We've been out for about four hours now when we pass by a shop I've never seen before. Not even in the darkest corners of Midorijima. I backtrack a few steps to try and look into the windows. Unfortunately most of it has been covered by large pictures and drapes, preventing me from getting a better look. I shift my eyes to the sign hanging above the door and sigh loudly. Once again, it's a word I don't understand. I look at Ren in my arms. "Ren, translation please?" There's a clicking sound as he calculates.

"Hmm. It seems to translate to something such as Unholy Fantasy?" He looks at me with curiosity.

Pondering the name for a second, I finally blush. "It's that kind of shop, Ren." I shift awkwardly on my feet. There's a desire to go in, but at the same time I feel like it would be wrong.

I'm 23 years old for Pete's sake!

Taking a deep breath I grab the handle and go in. Not hearing my allmate behind me, I glance back and see him sitting dutifully against the wall outside the door. It seems he has no interest. As soon as I'm inside, I become overwhelmed by the sheer amount of stuff lining the walls and sitting out on racks. Most of the stuff within my immediate line of vision is stuff I know recognize, or at least know of. The attendant at the desk looks up while I stand there awkwardly.

"Well hello there." He greets me with a smile, and a heavy German accent.

Shifting back and forth on my feet I timidly reply, "Hallo." I wring my fingers in front of me. I can feel the sweat pooling in my palms. Despite my age, I feel so awkward. I can't even fathom why I came in in the first place.

Sensing my discomfort he says, very slowly, "Sprechen Sie deutsch?"

I slowly shake my head. "Ein bisschen."

He lets out a hardy laugh. "Was sprechen Sie?"

There's a lag in my response as I rack my brain for the right word. "Japanisch?" I answer with a question mark. I can only hope he understands.

Without a pause he exclaims, "Is that so?" in perfect Japanese.

A sense of relief washes over me. Something about there being someone who understands me eases my tension. "Yes. I moved her from Japan."

"Interesting." The clerk smiles at me yet again. "Why Germany?"

Flushing red I can't answer right away. I try to come up with the simplest, yet least revealing, answer. "My lover brought me here. They're originally from this area."

"Well isn't that romantic. So what brings you in today? Are you shopping for this girlfriend of yours?"

Of course. It's natural to assume it's for a lady.

Fumbling for words I sputter, "Ah, no. I've never been in a shop like this so I was a little interested."

He nods his head, knowingly. "Well, if you don't mind me asking, are you looking to buy anything today?"

I survey the shops content once again, contemplating. It really isn't something I've considered before. Noiz was the first man I'd ever been in a serious relationship with, and to be quite honest, the only one he'd ever gone so far with. Sure sex with him was great, mind numbing even, but I'm a healthy guy. Masturbation is a normal thing for me to do, but at this point, I'm pretty positive I couldn't even get it up without some inner stimulation now.

That wasn't a thought I'd ever think I'd have.

Shrugging I say, "Yes. I think so."

"Are we shopping for your girl...?"

I shake my head and look at the floor. My face is heated and it's a little hard to talk. "N-no. For myself."

Again he seems to sense some discomfort. "I'm so very sorry. I suppose I should probably have asked first, or maybe not at all, are you looking for things to please a woman or things to please a man?" He frowns, his displeasure reaching all the way to his eyes.

"Well... It'll be for myself so a man I suppose?"

The gentleman behind the counter stands an approaches me. "There's no need to worry, lad. This shop is for people from all walks of life. Let me help set you up with something for first timers."

My face grows hot and my heart tightens in my chest out of embarrassment. "I promise you that the stimulation I'm looking for is not a first, and my b-boyfriend would love to attest to that."

The poor mans eyes widen but then soften as he lets out a bellowing laugh. "Oh goodness me. I have unintentionally offended you and I do seriously apologize for that. All I meant is that you haven't been in a shop like this, so I can only assume you've never used any of these products before." He takes me gently by the forearm. "Lets get you started, alright?"

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Almost an hour later I have a small stack of four items in my arms.

A small egg shaped vibrator – good for (exclusively) stimulating the penis, with no intents for insertion.

A life-like, high quality, dildo that has qualities similar to Noiz.

A quality lubricant and a small "stuff" bag.

The gentleman who's helping me, named AJ, brings it to the cash register and rings me up. As he does a question pops into my head that makes me not only blush, but makes my entire body tingle. "I have a rather odd question for you."

"Shoot." He carefully places the items in a discreet bag.

"If I wanted to is it safe to puncture the materials on that d-d-..." I take a deep breath. "Dildo? I mean if I wanted to simulate piercings and such?"

AJ raises one eyebrow but doesn't say anything right away. "I think... If you were to keep it really clean, and not take the piercing out once they're in, it should be safe. I would maybe recommend a little bit of internet research to be safe." He hands me some change and my receipt. "Is there anything else I can help you with, today?"

Shaking my head I take my items and slink out the door. After that ordeal I feel a little faint. I was so stressed in there that all the blood rushed to my head and is making me woozy. Ren still waits patiently outside, having gone into sleep mode. I nudge him gently awake with my toe. "Ren, let's head home." Stretching out all four limbs, he wags his tail and nods.

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As soon as we're home, I drop myself on the couch and lean my head back. The walk home helped stabilize me again but it also allowed me to think about the things I had just purchased. Almost as soon as the shop was out of sight I deeply regretted buying them, but I was too embarrassed to go back and return them. Ren hasn't asked what I'd gotten, which I'm eternally grateful for.

"Aoba." The small allmate plops himself in front of me. "Is there anything more I can do for you?"

"No, no." I reply. "We'll just relax until Noiz comes back."

"I'll take my leave then." He turns and trots into the bedroom where I only assume he'll go back to sleep. For awhile I just lay back with my eyes closed but, after just a few minutes, flashes of last night rampage in my memory. My skin prickles when I think of my lovers tongue running over it, starting from my ears, over my jaw, down my throat, to my navel. My throat closes a little when I think of his large hands caressing my body, like it's a precious gem. The memories are so vivid that it feels as though he's physically with me.

Without even realizing it, I feel his name slip through my lips. "Noiz." My body feels so hot I can hardly stand it. "N-Noiz." I whimper again. My hand practically moves of it's own accord to my crotch where a newly forming erection waits.

All I can think of is last night. His hands. His tongue. His body.

I give my cock a squeeze and my head lurches forward. It's so sensitive for some reason. I force myself to let go, trying to clear away all the indecent thoughts swirling around. This isn't right. I think. But I can't stop thinking about it. Opening my closed eyes I take a sidelong glance at the inconspicuous black bag laying next to me. It feels like its presence is mocking me; mocking my indecision.

After a few seconds I reach over with shaking hands to remove the contents. First comes the silicone dildo in its plastic packaging. Next is the tiny, egg shaped, vibrator which I had freed from its packaging at the shop. Finally is the lube and bag.

I set them all out in front of me and just look at them. I have trouble swallowing when I imagine how they feel. Feeling suspicious all of a sudden I whip my head to and fro to make sure I was alone. The last thing I want is for Ren to see these things.

Shaking fingers trace each item very carefully before I come to a conclusion. If I spent my money on them, and am too embarrassed to return them, I might as well use them. Slowly I stand and head into the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors or a knife. I open a few drawers before finding something sufficient to get the packaging off. Going back into the living room, I sit down and tear into the plastic. Soon enough the silicone is free of its hold. Setting the knife aside I run my hand along the length of the faux cock. Its weight is similar, but the texture is much different than I originally thought. Then there was the awful smell. Of course it's probably because of the confinement of the package but it was horrendous none the less.

Despite the differences, I can feel my flaccid cock starting to react as I think about putting it inside of me. Before I can convince myself not to, I set it down just long enough to unzip my pants and pull them, with my underwear, down around my hips. Thoughts of last night flood back into my unguarded memory.

Taking myself in my hand, I slowly stroke it, starting from the head and leading to my balls. I trace the vein that sticks out and give it a loving squeeze. At this very second, it doesn't even compare to how it feels when Noiz does it.

Soon enough, though, My breaths are coming fast and short and my body throbs. After just a few short minutes I can feel my entrance begin to throb. Without giving myself a second thought I put my fingers in my mouth to wet them before putting them to my entrance and plunging in. "Hugh..." I breathe quietly as I let my body adjust. With nimble fingers I press and stretch my hole out until the slight pain vanishes and is replaced with immeasurable pleasure. "A-ah-ah." I bite my lip to try and keep my voice down. Waking Ren from sleep mode would be undesirable right at this second.

Now that I'm pleasing myself from behind I release my erection to play with my nipples which have grown hard and sensitive. I twist and tug at them until they're standing at full attention. My hand is soaked with pre-cum and it's only exciting me even more. Familiar noises start to fall from my lips as things just grow more intense. I find my prostate and curl my fingers around it and press into it.

My jaw goes slack and I can hardly breathe.

Just before I cum I stop everything I'm doing. I reach next to me and grab for the shaped silicone and the lube I hadn't opened yet. In a foggy haze, the embarrassment gets washed away and I'm left with nothing but pleasure. I open the bottle of liquid and dabble it along the length of the new toy. Using the same hand I was using to please myself with just a moment ago, I cover it from the tip to base, trying to get a better coating at the tip. Once I'm done I place it done below again, and after a shuddering breath, insert it. I grunt as it pushes past the tense rings of muscle until it's sheathed inside me. It's a little different than I imagined but not all together bad.

"Oh..." I take a deep breath and steady myself before pulling it out just to plunge it in again. It hits against my prostate after the second or third thrust and I'm pulled under again. Every thought I was thinking vanishes and I just let myself sink. Unconsciously I begin toying with my nipples again.

My hips ache and I actually begin to thrust into my own pushing and at some point I place my feet along the edge of the table to give myself better access. I spread my legs further as the noises I make become increasingly indecent. Soon, though, all the heat pools in my stomach and everything goes white. And then I'm coming. "N-Noiz." Even doing this by myself his name is what escapes my lips.

As I come down from my climax, I slide the toy out, blushing vividly as I realize it's soaking wet from both my own juices and lubricant. I blush harder when I realize that my release is almost everywhere including, but not limited to, my stomach, part of the couch, and the coffee table. The sight sobers me up quickly. Still holding the fake cock in my hand I slowly stand up and walk to the kitchen, trying to ignore the sticky mess covering my body.

Once at the sink I turn the water on as hot as it will go and start to rinse off the cock in my hand. As I do I think about how it felt inside me and realize that, as awesome as it feels, it definitely isn't nearly as good as the real thing. Despite having never gone this far with other men I know that the fake thing will never be as good as a human. And no matter who I have sex with, or what I have sex with, nothing will compare to Noiz.

Smiling, I finish washing it off and then grab a towel from the drawer to clean myself and the furniture off. Although I didn't get a chance to use the vibrator this time, I guess there's always next time. Also. Despite not being comparable to the actual, live, thing, there's no doubt in my mind that I'll be using this other purchase again.

As I finish cleaning up a sudden thought pops into my head and I freeze.

"I have to hide these from Noiz." I squeak. "There's no way he can find these. He'll never let me live it down." Quickly I stuff my shame into my shame bag and tie it up. "Oh God." Grabbing the now soiled rag off the table, and the little black bag, I head into the bedroom.

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A few hours later Noiz returns home. I hear him come through the front door and immediately I'm smiling. I'm standing at the stove and a few seconds later there's a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and a pair of lips pressing into my neck. "I'm home." He breathes.

"Welcome home." I mutter, turning to kiss the tip of his nose. "How was work?"

He snorts in response. "I would've rather been doing anything else besides being there."

"Well aren't you honest." I reply, chuckling. "Anyway. Dinner will be ready soon. Go sit down." He nods against my neck, squeezes my waist and then saunters over to the couch where he flops down and rips off his coat and tie.

"So what did you end up doing all day?"

"Hmm. Took a walk in the park. Went to a coffee shop. Tried reading a newspaper I didn't understand. And-" I stop just before I expose myself, my face lighting up like the sky on fourth of July. "And then I came home and relaxed."

I feels his eyes on my neck and for a second I'm worried he'll ask further questions but he doesn't. Clicking his tongue he says, nonchalantly, "Sounds boring. Next day off, let's go do something fun. Or stay in and do something... Fun."

"You perverted brat!" I shoot him a quick look before laughing. He gives me a smirk before leaning his head back against the couch and dozing off.

I just pray he never finds out about the last stop on my little adventure today.

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Authors Note: I honestly have no idea if Aoba pleasuring himself is in character or not, so if it isn't I apologize. I thought it might be but I've been wrong before.