Chapter 3: Kami and Kusama

Just a quick note, for convenience sake, about halfway through this, I decided to completely immerse the guys in their roles, so I stop referring to them as Hiroki and Nowaki and just refer to them as the characters they are playing: Kami and Kusama. And oh yeah, if they seem OOC, it is because they are role playing.

Sincerely,

Cerberus

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Chapter Three: Kami and Kusama

Hiroki stood silently looking down at the floor, his heart pounding, his dick swelling. He tried frantically to clear a space in his mind to make room for this scenario.

He had actually done two years of drama in high school and had been quite good at it, until his father had declared the influences of the theater unhealthy and had forced him to quit. Hiroki sought to locate his character.

Okay, Kami, sixteen, innocent. Oh, fuck, is Kami supposed to be a boy or a girl?

Hiroki's rapid train of thought was suddenly brought to an abrupt stop when Nowaki cleared his throat.

"Come here."

It was only two words, but the power in them immediately sent all the butterflies in Hiroki's stomach into flight. He could not ever recall hearing Nowaki's voice sound so low or quite so confident.

He lifted his eyes up just slightly to see Nowaki sitting in his chair, or actually, it was not Nowaki: someone else had replaced his boyfriend. The dark-haired man sitting in their apartment in Nowaki's second-best suit had a look of sly cunning on his face and radiated a pulse of sex and power.

Hiroki took a few faltering steps forward and found himself standing before this sensual stranger.

"So, you are here about the position." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, sir."

"In my house I am referred to as Master Kusama and addressed in that way only. Do you understand this?"

Hiroki's chest felt so tight he hardly had enough air to speak. "Ummm, yes."

"Yes, what?" The man's voice had a distinct edge to it.

"Yes, Kusama-sama," Hiroki said softly, looking back down at the ground. The power in Kusama's blue eyes was uncanny.

"And you are called?"

"My name is Kami," Hiroki hesitated and then added, "Kusama-sama." Without being conscious of it Hiroki had smoothed all growl from his voice. It made him sound much younger.

If he had been looking at Nowaki, Hiroki would have seen the other man's eyes light up and the flash of a smile before Master Kusama settled back over the tall man's face.

"You're awfully pretty for a boy."

Thank god! Hiroki's shoulders dropped just slightly in relief. He was grateful that Nowaki, even in fantasy, had decided to stay true to his inclinations. Hiroki had not been looking forward to having to pretend to be a girl. This just made his role so much easier.

"Well, Kusama-sama," Hiroki began his cautious improvisation; "I don't suppose this outfit helps very much. I believe it is supposed to be for a girl…"

"All my domestics wear the same uniform, regardless of gender," Kusama drawled. Then he added, his voice growing sterner, "I have a certain way I like to run my household. Understood?"

"Yes, Kusama-sama. But may I please ask one question?" Hiroki squirmed as the man formerly known as Nowaki narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, Kami-kun?"

"Master Kusama," Kami began shyly, a hot blush rushed up filling his cheeks, "Why must I be naked under this uniform, I mean, why can't I wear anything underneath?" Kami gave the edge of the skirt an innocent flip, inadvertently giving Kusama a lovely glimpse of his applicant's aroused member.

"I have had difficulty securing trustworthy staff and I do not like being stolen from. This way you cannot hide anything from me. So, if I hire you, until you have earned my trust, this is how you will stay. No complaints. Understood?"

"Yes, Kusama-sama," Kami nodded, before offering a contrite bow.

"Very good.

"Now, I would like you to do some things to show me you are worthy of being added to my household. You may start by making me some tea and toast, Kami-kun, and don't forget the jam."

Hiroki looked at Nowaki curiously, from under his lashes. The man stared back unmoving, then added, "You may bring me the paper while I wait."

Hiroki did as he was told. He watched his suited lover sit back in the chair and begin perusing the newspaper as he moved into the kitchen and set about making the tea.

Hiroki was bothered by the realization that though Nowaki was sitting less than ten feet away from him, the distance in this moment, seemed too far. He was aware that with this much space between them, he could no longer feel as strongly the powerful heat the other man had been radiating when he was standing closer. Hiroki suddenly found himself feeling cold and could not wait to get next to that burning energy again.

When he'd finished making the tea, Hiroki set up a small table beside Nowaki and brought out the service, placing it next to his lover.

"You may sit beside me while I sample your tea, Kami-kun," Kusama indicated a spot on the floor next to him.

Hiroki felt the Kamijou pride flash for just an instant, but then thankfully, Kami took over. He sank down, kneeling, alongside Kusama's right leg, watching with anxious eyes, as the man sipped his tea.

Kusama studied Kami over the rim of his teacup. Observing the kneeling maid, his eyes flashed with disapproval.

"That is not the proper resting posture of servitude," he growled.

Kami looked up, a startled expression in his eyes. "It's not?"

"You need to spread your legs wider apart."

"Like this, Master Kusama?" The maid flushed as he moved his smooth thighs father apart, anxious to please his potential employer.

"More," Kusama growled.

His applicant complied.

"Better."

"Now clasp your hands behind your back. Yes, like that. See how nicely that displays your pretty chest." There was a lusty gleam in Kusama's eyes.

Kami blushed a new and lovely shade of pink. He tried not to flinch as Kusama set his teacup down and reached over, hooking one of his long fingers under the ribbon-like shoulder strap of the apron. The man slid it back up to where it had fallen from, atop the auburn-haired maid's sweet shoulder.

Hiroki shivered at the touch of Nowaki's finger brushing his skin. The contact crackled with an electric sexual charge. He could feel his cock begin weeping at the joy of it.

Nowaki looked at the man kneeling next to him, head demurely bowed, arms clasped behind his back. Hiroki's finely muscled chest was pushed forward by this pose and the rapidity of his breath, the quickening of his pulse, visible at the base of his slender throat was truly wonderful to see.

After this moment, both men lost themselves completely to the roles that they were playing.

The suited businessman picked up a square of the jam-slathered toast and nibbled at it. "The tea seems adequate," he said, "now I'd like to see some of your other cleaning skills. Please get a cloth and begin washing that table." Kusama indicated the one in front of him.

Kami rose, went and retrieved a damp dishtowel from the kitchen, and walked over to the table.

Kusama continued to sample his toast. "Move over more, just to there, yes, like that," he directed.

Kami found himself standing directly in front of Kusama with his back turned to the man.

"Like this, Kusama-sama," he asked shyly, eager for his interviewer's approval.

"Yes, that's fine. Now begin."

Kami bent over slightly as he began to rub the wooden surface with the cloth in long strokes. He could feel the back of his skirt ride up every time he stretched forward; the cool air of the room teased his bare bottom as the satin pleats lifted higher.

From where he was seated, Kusama had a perfect view of the young maid's amazing ass. "You need to reach farther forward," he advised, delighting in how each additional inch that Kami stretched over, it further lifted the ruffled curtain revealing the firm globes of his backside.

Kami leaned as far forward as he could, trying to avoid bumping his rigid, dripping dick on the edge of the table. He got lost in the meditative motions of his task.

"Kami, come here!" The sudden barked order startled Kami and he froze a moment.

"I won't ask again."

Kami stood up quickly and stepped back, turning to stand in front of Kusama. A worried furrow creased the maid's brow as he stood there, nervously twisting the damp cloth in his hands.

Kusama lifted one of his large hands; its fingers were stained with jam. "My hand needs to be cleaned," he said simply.

Kami reached towards the napkins he had brought in on the service with the tea.

"No! Not those. I want you to clean it."

Kami stepped forward and hesitantly reached for the master's hand with the damp cloth he had been holding.

"Idiot!" Kusama snapped, "That rag is filthy!"

The mortified maid dropped the cloth, flinching away from the force of Kusama's voice as though he had been slapped.

Seeing this, the businessman's expression softened slightly. He reached out and in surprisingly gentle movement, took the maid's shaking hands and pulled Kami towards him. Once Kami was standing before him, between his powerful thighs, Kusama pulled his own hands downwards bending the youth into him until their faces were only inches apart.

Kusama released one of his hands and placed it under the edge of the maid's delicate jaw. He took his other hand and lightly ran two of his fruit-stained fingers across Kami's trembling lips.

"You seem like a smart lad," Kusama purred, "Surely such a clever boy can think of a more adequate way to clean his master's fingers." As he said this, one of his fingers pressed between the stunned maid's slightly parted lips.

Kami tried to pull back, but the hand on his chin held him in place. Reluctantly, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth just a bit wider. Kusama's finger entered and stroked a gentle circle on his tongue. A moan escaped Kami. He closed his sensual lips around the finger and began sucking the lingering sweetness off its tip.

"Good boy, Kami," Kusama crooned.

Kami's hazel eyes opened and he regarded the master radiating his obvious pleasure, he was thrilled by the man's penetrating blue gaze. Wanting to please his potential employer more, Kami took the man's large hand tentatively between his own and began carefully cleaning each of Kusama's digits, sucking each in turn and then licking down deeply in between every one.

"Very nice, Kami-kun," Kusama sighed when the maid had finished with his ablutions. The man raised his still-damp fingers to the side of the young maid's face and began tenderly stoking the dark cinnamon curls at Kami's temple.

Kami couldn't help himself, he leaned his head over, pushing into Kusama's touch.

"You're a greedy boy, aren't you," Kusama growled, but he opened his hand so that the young man could more easily rest against it.

Kami's lusciously dark eyes looked coyly at the businessman and he offered Kusama a rather sweet, if embarrassed, smile.

"Well, don't get too comfortable, Kami-kun, because you are not finished with your cleaning yet. I seem to have dropped quite a few crumbs in my lap. I suggest you brush them off."

Kami was reluctant to leave the comforting warmth of the man's large hand, but he did not want to displease Kusama either. So he moved away from the touch, straightened, and went to begin brushing the suited lap with his hand.

"Stop," Kusama's voice was forceful, but not angry. "You need to have a better angle to do this properly. Kneel, Kami-kun."

Kami did as he was told, sinking down between the man's muscular thighs.

Kusama was very pleased to note that as the maid did so, he automatically assumed the proper position; legs spread wide, arms clasped behind him. It was nice to see the youth was a quick learner.

Kusama let Kami sit there a few moments, the maid's face confronted with his imposing lap.

"Begin."

As Kami had knelt down, he had noticed for the first time that Kusama did not have anything on his feet. He was struck by how surprisingly beautiful the man's bare feet were: long and smooth, the sturdy bones visible beneath a delicate tracery of veins.

As Kami brought his hands forward from where he had been holding them behind his back, as he'd held the proper resting pose, he could not help but allow the fingers of one of his hands to drift over and steal a tender, wondering touch along the top of the master's bare foot.

Kusama saw and felt this worshipful motion. For some reason the tentative gesture deeply moved him. Still, he quickly forced the damper closed on the furnace of his emotions and returned to the matter at hand.

As Kami made to brush the invisible crumbs from the businessman's lap, his hand unexpectedly brushed up against something else… something hard. He jumped a bit to hear the master's breath catch. His eyes widened to see the rigid structure he had touched, swell further, blatantly tenting the front of Kusama's already strained trousers.

"I'm sorry, Kusama-sama, did I hurt you?" Kami breathed. He looked up, eyes bright with concern.

"No, Kami-kun." Kusama added gently but firmly. "But as you can see you have obviously caused me some discomfort and now I expect you to take responsibility for it."

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