Creator's Toy: Chapter Four
By Chocolate Dumpling
*Just thought I'd put in an explanation to clear up a few confusing points in the story.
An anguisette is a term for someone who has trained their whole life in the arts of pleasuring in the bed chamber. They do so in order to please the patron that buys them at the end of their training. So, like a first-class courtesan.
And Courcel is the term for the original race from Terre d' Yarou (a nation, country, etc). Ryoma's a Courcel. They were almost all eradicated half a century ago. Ryoma's one of the last pure-blooded Courcels left.
So, in short, Ryoma's race is that of a Courcel, born and bred in Terre d' Yarou. His occupation is as an anguisette, a very high-blood courtesan.
Ryoma stood just outside the doors to the room where the Prince held his state meetings and discussions with the advisors. He growled impatiently under his breath, fidgeting as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Just when he considered walking away, an imperious tone bade him to enter.
Throwing open the double doors, Ryoma took one step into the room and froze, his eyes scanning the room. He realized that his mouth was still half open in the process of flinging out a frigid retort to Fuji. Swallowing nervously, he closed his mouth.
Fuji sat on an elegantly wrought chair at the opposite end of the room. Two expressionless guards flanked each side of him. The ten or so advisors sat at a pair of long tables perpendicular to the Prince.
"Come here," Fuji ordered in a cold tone, his face equally as cold. The command echoed loudly in the otherwise silent room.
Ryoma's eyes narrowed defiantly, but something in the icy blue eyes warned him not to disobey. So, he quietly and smoothly walked over to Fuji, well a ware of the heavy stares and piercing gazes from the advisors that followed his every step.
"What does the Prince require of his Toy?" Ryoma asked mockingly when he stood in front of the Prince. "My will is yours to command."
"Sit," Fuji ordered.
Before Ryoma could open his mouth to argue, a rough hand pushed him so that he ended up sitting uncomfortably on the left armrest of Fuji's chair. When he tried to stand up, the hand squeezed his shoulder threateningly. Ryoma looked up at the guard and glared daggers at him, but the guard didn't respond.
Without looking at Ryoma, Fuji slipped a hand between the folds of Ryoma's kimono. "Now, as I was saying about the upcoming gathering…"
Fuji's voice drifted off as Ryoma's attention focused on Fuji's fingers gently stroking his inner thigh. The touch never went between his legs, but it came awfully close more than a few times. Ryoma felt his face heat up as more than a few eyes from the advisors were focused on him and the exposed skin of his thigh. But, he kept up a bored expression on his face, refusing to lose at this game.
As Fuji listened to the responses of his advisors, he continued his stroking. He felt Ryoma's body trembling lightly beneath his touch. His attention from the discussion never wavered, but neither did his teasing fingers stop even once. The rest of the room couldn't hear it, but Fuji could, and he delighted in it.
Ryoma's breathing had grown ragged.
So, his recalcitrant Toy was not as impervious as he had wanted Fuji to believe. All the training instilled into him as an anguisette was still a very dominant part of his body. Ryoma couldn't help but react to the touch as he could still his heart from beating.
"Well, I think that about sums things up," Fuji said lightly after all the advisors had spoken their individual pieces. He stood up and seemingly stumbled, falling onto Ryoma.
"Pardon me," he said in a polite tone to Ryoma, his back turned to the rest of the room. However, he had the most devious smile on his face.
Ryoma felt his face heat up even more, for when Fuji stumbled and fell on him, a sly hand had fondled him briefly before Fuji stood up. That one touch had set a fire in his lower stomach. Ryoma only just prevented a moan from slipping out.
"It's nothing, Prince," Ryoma responded in an equally polite tone. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to." He turned to walk away, but found his waist encircled by an unbreakable hold.
"Ne, Echizen, why don't we walk together," Fuji said. Before Ryoma could respond, he dragged his unwilling companion out the door and down the corridor leading to his bedchamber. He threw Ryoma on the bed and proceeded to strip him of his kimono.
Ryoma was too dazed to react normally. By the time he gathered himself, he found himself divested of his kimono, his body completely exposed. He looked up to see Fuji looking at him with a odd gleam in the blue eyes.
"I'm really not in the mood for this," Ryoma snarled at Fuji. He tried to get up, but Fuji pushed him back on the bed.
"I'd have to disagree with that," Fuji said lightly, not affected by Ryoma's turn of emotion. "You seemed to like it when I caressed you. Besides, I have to punish you."
"What for? I didn't do anything wrong."
Fuji looked at Ryoma with a strange look in his eyes. "You really don't get it, do you?" he asked Ryoma.
"Get what?" Ryoma shot back.
Fuji only shook his head. "You're right. I shouldn't bother you any longer. I can find entertainment elsewhere today. Good day." And he walked out of the room, leaving a dazed and confused Ryoma behind.
Ryoma muttered darkly underneath his breath, scuffing his bare feet angrily against the plush carpet of the room. Unable to take out his frustration with the cryptic Prince, he stormed out of the room. A few times, there were servants in the hallways, but a slashing glance from him halted any form of conversation from them. In the midst of his angry striding, he unintentionally found himself in front of the library once again. He checked the corridors to his left and right before hesitantly slipping inside and closing the door behind him.
The stillness of the library calmed his jangled nerves immediately. He breathed in deeply, taking in the pleasing scent of thousands of tomes both new and old. Exhaling slowly, he walked down the aisle and glanced furtively to see if anyone else was in the library. When he saw that he was alone, Ryoma relaxed and strolled down a random aisle more confidently. He picked out a book whose title seemed interesting and walked to the back of the library. The presence of several plushy couches underneath the large glass panes and desks in the middle of the room surprised Ryoma. Clutching the book in one hand, he wandered curiously to a line of large tapestries in the back of the room, spaced with a meter or so in between each. Something about the tapestries seemed off to him. When he lifted one and found a small alcove behind it, barely large enough to hold a small table with a candle on it as well as a chair for an occupant, he was delighted. Lifting the other tapestries revealed the same table and chair as the first one did.
"Well, as much as I would love to read in privacy in a room, I'd prefer to read in the sunlight," Ryoma said to himself. He let the tapestry fall back into place and headed over to one of the couches, where he stretched lazily before plopping down unceremoniously over the full length of the cushions. Opening the cover of the book, he began to read. But, the warmth of the sun on his back and the softness of the couch lulled him into a nap not too long after he started reading.
Ryoma woke up to the sensation of something soft nudging at his face. "I'm up, I'm up," he said, stretching and yawning. He opened an eye to find a pair of blue eyes staring back at him.
"Ahh!" he cried out, sitting up rather abruptly. "Oh, it's only you." The Himalayan was in his lap, staring at him with a curious tilt of its head. "What is it?"
Karupin meowed softly, indicating hunger.
"Wait, how did you get in here?" Ryoma wondered.
"Echizen, are you in here?" Momo's voice called out from outside.
Ryoma's eyes opened in surprise. "Momo let you in?" He stood up from the couch, noting that the sun was setting and the sky was getting dark outside. A blanket dropped onto the floor as he stood up. Picking it up, Ryoma wondered who had covered him with it. The kindness of the stranger touched him.
"I'm in the back, Momo," Ryoma replied in a louder voice as he picked up the Himalayan. "Sorry, I fell asleep."
Momo stumbled into the room, relief evident in his eyes. "Oh, thank goodness you're here. I had the hardest time finding you. I figured that if I couldn't find you, your cat could. That thing right there is smarter than a dog."
"Karupin isn't really my cat," Ryoma responded distractedly, his mind at work.
If Momo didn't even know that I was here…then whoever gave me this blanket didn't say anything about me to anyone else.
Karupin interrupted with a loud meow, staring at Ryoma inquisitively.
"Ah, sorry," Ryoma said as he picked up the Himalayan. Looking at Momo, he asked, "Is it time for dinner yet?"
"That's why I was trying to find you," Momo said. "You're to eat with the Prince tonight."
Ryoma looked at Momo, eyes wide open in surprise. "You're kidding," he said dryly.
Momo shook his head, taking Karupin from Ryoma. "I'll get Karupin's dinner for you. You were supposed to be dressed an hour ago! Go back to the Prince's chamber. The servants should be there to fit you up for tonight's event."
"Wait…but—!"
"There's no time to explain," Momo said, herding Ryoma out of the door and toward the general direction of the bedroom. "You know how to get back? Good." Without another word, he quickly ran off towards the kitchen with the Himalayan in his arms.
Ryoma stood for a moment mutely outside of the library, half contemplating ditching the meal altogether. But, something about Fuji's expression earlier on in the day and Momo's nervousness told him it wouldn't be a good idea. So, with a resigned sigh, he walked back to the Prince's bedroom and was quickly whisked away to a side chamber and promptly propped on a stand by half a dozen servants. He snarled as they stripped everything off until he was in only his undergarment on. The cold, impersonal hands lifted his arms and tape measurers sprung out of nowhere to begin taking his numbers.
"I'm very sorry, Echizen-san," the head servant said. "But we don't have enough time to make an outfit for you with the time we have left. I hope you will accept our apologies."
Ryoma felt somewhat guilty. "Yeah, sure," he said.
"I hope a premade outfit is acceptable," the servant responded as he pulled out a finely-made blue-and-silver kimono from a chest behind him. "It's not the perfect fit, but it should work for tonight."
Ryoma nodded. "It'll be fine," he said, holding his hand out to take the kimono.
But the servant merely gave him a look and the rest of the tailors proceeded pulled the kimono on him.
"That's fine," Ryoma said in an annoyed tone, swatting a hand away, but there were too many to divert. "I can dress myself, you know." Before he could say anything else, they had the kimono tucked around him and the matching obi wrapped firmly around his waist. His further protests were cut off as they began to apply a light layer of cosmetics onto his face.
"Hey, what the—?!"
"Please do not move, Echizen-san," the head servant said. "It will mess up the process."
Ryoma obediently stopped moving, but continued to talk. "I'm not a girl," he said in a biting tone. "So quit it already. And, besides, no one has told me what's going on tonight. Why am I getting all dressed up just to eat with Fuji?"
"Fuji-sama," said one of the servants applying kohl on his eyes.
"…what?"
"You're to address him as Fuji-sama," they replied.
Ryoma gave that particular assistant an I-could-care-less glare before turning back to the head tailor and directing a questioning look. "So?"
"We're very aware of your gender, Echizen-san," the head servant said in an amused tone. "We're just here to accent them properly. And, as for tonight, what they're saying on the surface is that it's a dinner with Fuji-sama's and the nobility court."
"And what's the real purpose of the dinner?" Ryoma asked quietly, curiosity piquing his interest despite his annoyance.
The head servant had his mouth open to answer, but quickly shut it and bowed as the door to the chamber opened. The rest of the servants quickly followed suit.
"Is he ready?" Fuji asked.
"Yes, Fuji-sama," the head servant said, his eyes downcast as he addressed the Prince.
Without any prompting, Ryoma turned around to face his Master. "Am I fit for tonight?" he asked in a sweet, sarcastic tone. He fluttered his eyelashes in a parody of a seductive move.
"As lovely as you ever are," Fuji responded, a quirk at the corner of his lips. He turned back to the head servant. "What happened to the custom kimono I charged you with making for tonight?"
"My apologies, Prince. We were not able to finish it on time for today's dinner," the servant responded, fear and strain evident in his voice.
"…I see. I trust this won't happen again," Fuji said, his soft voice somehow containing a hint of thunder behind it.
"No, my Prince."
Ryoma was about to explain, but a subtle look from the head servant told him not to say anything.
"Good. When you're done with his hair, send him out to the receiving hall," Fuji said before he walked out of the room.
There was an audible sigh of relief from the servants at the departure of the Prince.
"You should've told him that it was my fault," Ryoma said as soon as the door clicked shut. "I should take full responsibility for today."
The head servant shook his head. "No, no. It's best that you stay on his good side for as long as you can." He gave a small smile as he began to style Ryoma's hair. "Although, it may have been futile on my fault if you decide to speak to him like that from now on."
"What are you talking about? That was me being polite," Ryoma said.
A sound of surprise rose from the servants.
The head servant raised an eyebrow. "Just a word of advice, Echizen-san. I would be more cautious around the Prince. He's not someone you can fool around with and escape unscathed. Please be careful. We would hate to see you thrown away so easily." There were murmurs of agreement from everyone else.
"What do you mean, 'thrown away'?" Ryoma asked slowly.
The head servant looked around before leaning towards Ryoma in a confidential manner. "If he suddenly decides that you're not worth his attention anymore, then you might find yourself back where you came from or even more worse off. The Prince is not the type of person to sugar-coat his actions," he whispered. "It doesn't bother him in the least to dispose of someone like that." He snapped his fingers.
"Yeah, one of my cousins that used to work here was kicked out by the Prince," one of the other servants said. "She accidentally forgot to deliver a message to him. I'm not saying that she didn't do anything to warrant a penalty, but getting banished is a bit too harsh."
"My good friend was exiled," someone else added.
"Now, now, you're scaring him," the head servant said. "He's got a dinner to attend to. We won't be taking any more of your time, Echizen-san," he said to Ryoma, guiding him to the door. "I trust you know where the Prince is expecting you?"
Ryoma nodded his head slowly. "I…I think I'll be fine for tonight. Thank you very much for your help this evening." He walked in a daze all the way down the corridor, the words of the servants repeating in his head.
…thrown away so easily…
…not worth his attention…
…banished…exiled…
Before long, he found himself in the receiving hall. "Prince," he said, not daring to look Fuji in the eyes. He stood next to and slightly behind the Prince.
"Ah, Echizen," Fuji greeted him. "Thank you for gracing me with your presence tonight."
"What choice did I—" Ryoma retorted out before stopping his words, remember what the tailors told him. "Ah, excuse me. I mean, it's my pleasure." He bowed his head subserviently to the Prince.
Fuji raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. "Come," he commanded as the doors to the ballroom swung open soundlessly.
Ryoma followed Fuji into the room, keeping his eyes downcast. There was a small moment of silence from the guests before conversation broke out again. As Fuji made his rounds across the room, Ryoma couldn't help but overhear the things people talked about as the Prince made conversation with certain guests. More often than not, snide comments about his presence were made behind his back. He didn't know if they were meant to be heard or not, but in any case, Ryoma couldn't do anything about it even if he wanted to. After a particularly vulgar comment, he decided to take a breather. It was hard acting as an impassive wall flower when the person he was accompanying was the Prince. He heaved a sigh and walked toward the drink table to get a glass of water (alcohol never really did agree with him).
"Is the Prince's toy pet bored?" a suave voice said from behind Ryoma.
Ryoma turned around to find the speaker was an elegantly dressed male with dove-grey hair, slender yet well-built for someone of his tall height. "So what if I am?" Ryoma retorted back.
The man chuckled. "If you are, why not have a little fun with me? I am Atobe Keigo, Marquis of Hyotei."
Ryoma hesitated, looking at Fuji.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind if just borrowed you for a moment," Atobe said when he sensed Ryoma's uncertainty. "He looks rather…occupied at the moment."
Indeed, Fuji was in a deep conversation that didn't look as if it would end any time soon. So, Ryoma decided to take up his offer.
"Shall we dance?" Atobe asked, holding out a gloved hand to Ryoma.
Ryoma was surprised with the offer, but nonetheless took the proffered hand.
"You dance extremely well," Atobe commented after a few steps.
"For someone of my profession, you mean to say," Ryoma replied tartly. "You've never had the pleasure of meeting an anguisette I'm guessing. Am I right?"
Atobe chuckled deeply. "You're rather cheeky for someone bought," he said, clearly amused. "No, I have never. Such a rarity, you know, and also very pricey. But, apparently well worth it. In any case, why don't you treat me to a taste?" He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his lips.
"Are you sure you want to play with me?" Ryoma asked, a wicked smile on his lips. "It might be too much for you to handle."
"I can handle it," Atobe said. "Just try me." He snapped his fingers at the orchestra and signaled for a different tune.
When the music changed, the pair flowed hand-in-hand, turning and gliding effortlessly as if they had been partners for years.
"So, tell me. What's a well-cultured anguisette like you doing in the domain of the Prince? You could have had much more freedom if you had decided to go with the first taker rather than the highest bidder."
"Why sleep in the gutter when I can sleep in a bed?" Ryoma responded dryly. "Anyone in my position would've done the same thing."
"Then you clearly haven't heard everything there is to hear," Atobe said.
"What do you mean by that?" Ryoma asked, his curiosity strongly piqued.
"I've said too much. Anyways, someone as charming as you shouldn't be lacking in partners. If you ever feel bored with the Prince…well, let's just say that I'll be interested in a night with you," Atobe said, a suggestive smile on his lips. He pulled Ryoma close to him.
Ryoma felt the hands moving lower over his back, giving a suggestive squeeze. "We'll see," Ryoma said lightly, giving Atobe a polite smile and ignoring the groping. "Anyways, what were you saying earlier about some stories?"
"Are you having fun?" Fuji's voice suddenly asked from behind Atobe.
Ryoma started in surprise, but Atobe smoothly turned around and addressed the Prince nonchalantly. "You have quite an interesting Toy here. I'd love to have another opportunity to speak with him," Atobe spoke in a formal tone.
"I'm sure that can be arranged," Fuji responded back, equally polite. "However, I'm afraid you'll have to part with his company at the moment. If I could have him back?"
"Of course," Atobe said to Fuji. He turned back towards Ryoma and dipped his head down next to Ryoma's ear and whispered, "Come find me when you want to hear more." He gave Ryoma's rump a parting squeeze before walking off.
"Walk with me," Fuji commanded before walking off. As Ryoma fell into step beside him, Fuji asked, "So, how was he?"
"He's a decent dancer," Ryoma admitted grudgingly.
Fuji stopped and gave his Toy a crooked smile. "What do you mean by that?"
"He can hold his own pretty well is all," Ryoma said. Fuji was still giving him a funny look. "What is it?"
Fuji laughed. "That's not the first thing I would've expected you to say," he admitted. "Come on," he said, pulling Ryoma into a partially hidden room with a chair before closing the door behind him.
Ryoma found himself suddenly cornered and the Prince blocking the only way out. "What is it?" he asked warily.
"There I was, looking for an excuse to ravage you and you practically throw it in my lap," Fuji said, stepping closer to Ryoma.
"But I didn't do anything," Ryoma said as he fell onto the chair.
Fuji leaned forward and began to play with his Toy. "Exactly," he murmured, one hand circling around to the back of Ryoma's head as his lips and tongue moved over his neck and jawline. His other hand was expertly untying Ryoma's elaborate obi. "He got very close to you and you never said a word about it."
"I didn't know I was supposed to," Ryoma said a little breathlessly. "Anyways, shouldn't you get back to the party soon? I'm sure they'll have noticed your absence by now." It was a weak attempt to get Fuji to stop and Fuji knew it.
"I'm just taking a break," Fuji said simply, never stopping in his ministrations. The obi was now off and the hand was exploring Ryoma's body, slowing making its way lower and lower until it rested just above his groin. "I have to make sure you understand to whom you belong."
"Stop before someone sees you," Ryoma said sharply, fidgeting from the close proximity.
"I don't have a problem with that," Fuji said as he kneeled before Ryoma. "But I have to make sure you understand that completely." Without another word, he took Ryoma in his mouth.
Ryoma moaned and threw his head back as the sensation of a hot mouth engulfed him completely. His hands wandered down and grasped onto Fuji's hair, unconsciously pushing his head down even further.
"Someone…might come in," he managed to gasp out, his mind quickly losing coherency.
"Just say that you belong to me," Fuji said with a deceptively sweet smile. He lifted his head, but his hands never stopped moving.
"Idiot, who the heck would say that?" Ryoma said even as his hips rocked forward into Fuji's touch.
"I'll make you say it," Fuji said as he lowered his head once more. He had to give Ryoma credit though for being able to resist for so long.
Ryoma heard voices getting closer and closer to the room. His weak protests stilled as he strained to hear what they were saying.
"—maybe over here—?"
"—rooms, really?"
Ryoma's back arched sharply as he came into Fuji's mouth, one hand clamped over his mouth to prevent any sounds from coming out.
"Oh, it's locked," a disappointed voice said. "Come on; let's find another one."
Ryoma slumped into the chair, his body still feeling the aftereffects.
"I guess I was wrong," Fuji said as he licked his lips.
"You locked the door after all," Ryoma said in an accusing voice.
"As if I would let anyone see this side of you," Fuji said as he stood up and brushed off his clothes. He pulled Ryoma's kimono closed and tied off the obi quickly. He gave Ryoma a devious smile. "Come join me when you've straightened yourself out," he said before he left the room.
Ryoma sat there for a minute, his head still in a daze before he managed to rouse himself to move. He stood up and straightened his hair and clothes as best he could (Fuji did a good job with the obi, he had to reluctantly admit) before heading out of the room. He turned around and closed the door behind him.
"Echizen, is that you?" a voice called.
Ryoma started for the second time that evening. He spun around and found himself looking at Momo and Kaidoh, both of whom were carrying large trays filled with a variety of drinks.
"Fshh! Idiot, don't just stop there," Kaidoh said in an annoyed tone as he barely managed to keep his tray balanced.
Momo ignored his rival, though. "What are you doing over here?" Momo asked.
Ryoma quickly looked away. "Nothing," he said, ducking his head as he walked past the pair. "I'll see you later, okay?"
The two stared at Ryoma tugging nervously at the kimono and patting down his hair before joining the crowd.
"Was it just me, or was his face redder than normal?" Momo asked Kaidoh.
Kaidoh grunted once in agreement. "It's his business. We shouldn't be getting in the middle of it," he said before he walked towards a group of party guests, offering his tray of drinks to them.
Ryoma only had to wander around shortly before he found Fuji in a large group. "Prince," he addressed his owner while bowing.
"Ah, here you are," Fuji said, pretending as if their previous encounter had never happened. He pulled Ryoma close to him and draped an arm possessively around the boy's waist.
"So, is that your newest pet?" an extravagantly-dressed female asked. "He's certainly a beauty."
"Ah, and those trademark gold eyes," a man said in awe. "So it's true. You have an anguisette Courcel on your hands."
"Well, when you get tired of him, I'd be more than happy to take him off your hands," another man's lazy voice drawled.
"We'll see," Fuji answered vaguely.
"How are his skills in the bedroom?" a curious female asked without shame. "Is it true that anguisettes can last—"
"Tomoyo!" another female chided the first one. She blushed as she felt the eyes of the group fall upon her. "Now's not the time to ask things like that," she continued in a smaller voice.
"Jeez, grow up, Sakuno. It's not that big a deal," Tomoyo said, but didn't persist in asking.
Ryoma felt extremely out-of-place within the group but was unable to wander off since Fuji's arm was still around his waist. He tugged experimentally at the arm and confirmed his suspicions when it tightened just slightly, a silent command from Fuji telling him to stay. Ryoma sighed softly before he spotted Momo standing a few steps away from the group. He tilted his head slightly, signaling for his friend to help him out.
Momo looked slightly confused and pointed at himself. 'Me?' he mouthed across.
Ryoma nodded vehemently. 'Help me,' he mouthed back.
Momo looked around before heading towards the group. "Would you care for some refreshments?" he addressed them.
Ryoma rolled his eyes in exasperation as a few members of the group took glasses from the tray. With a sigh of resignation, he took a glass himself and downed it quickly in one gulp. He managed to replace his empty glass with another full one before Momo was forced to go back to the kitchen to refill the tray. This glass he drank at a much slower pace, seeing as how the first glass had already lent a more pleasant glow to his surroundings.
Fuji, who didn't notice Ryoma's activity, continued to talk with the group. It wasn't until Ryoma hiccupped once and leaned his head against his chest that he looked down at his Toy. Ryoma's cheeks were an enticing shade of pink and his eyes were slightly glazed over a look similar to the one he had in the hidden room just half an hour before.
The female called Tomoyo giggled. "I believe he's drunk," she said in delight.
The voices around him were just background noise in Ryoma's ears. The only thing he was focused on were Fuji's deep blue eyes. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper into them. "Fuji-sama," he whispered, his voice slightly slurred by the alcohol. He wrapped both his arms around Fuji's neck and tiptoed to kiss the Prince on the lips. Instead, he missed his target and ended up kissing the corner of Fuji's mouth.
Fuji smiled at Ryoma's behavior. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave the dinner ahead of time," he addressed his group. "Please enjoy yourselves though. Everything else will proceed as planned." He bowed to them before scooping up his intoxicated Toy into his arms and walked out of the room. Fuji shook his heads at the servants that moved forward to relieve him of his burden. After making it back to his bedroom, he gently placed Ryoma on his bed.
Ryoma looked around in confusion. "Is it over?" he asked the Prince. He tried to sit up but failed as he fell off the bed.
Fuji moved forward to help Ryoma back onto the bed and began to untie the obi, this time without the intent to use his Toy. He felt Ryoma snuffling into the crook where his neck joined his shoulders. "What is it?" he asked in an amused tone.
"You smell nice," Ryoma commented before his hands wandered around and began to undress Fuji as well. "Are we playing the game again?"
Fuji gently restrained Ryoma's increasingly roving hands with only one of his own hands. "And what game is that?" he asked Ryoma as his other hand took off the obi and proceeded to undress Ryoma from the expensive kimono. He slipped Ryoma into a simpler kimono, trying hard not to focus on the smooth, porcelain-like skin underneath his hands.
"If I do well, do you promise not to lock me in the dark room?" Ryoma asked in a desperate voice, his eyes looking into Fuji's. "Please?" The last question was a mere whisper.
"No one's going to lock you away," Fuji promised before turning around to leave the room. However, he wondered about what Ryoma was referring to.
"Don't leave me! I promise I'll be good," Ryoma pleaded, reaching out to grab onto Fuji's clothes. When Fuji turned around, he fumbled with the sash around Fuji's waist.
"That won't be necessary," Fuji said, not without a bit of difficulty as he pulled Ryoma's hands away. He sighed softly as he stripped off his own clothes and put on his night kimono, noticing that Ryoma's devout gaze never left him. "Come on." He pulled up the bed covers and indicated for Ryoma to join him underneath.
Ryoma quietly obeyed now that he knew Fuji wasn't going to leave. When he felt Fuji join him underneath the covers, he shuffled closer so that his body was situated right next to Fuji.
Fuji wrapped his arms around Ryoma's shoulders and pulled the boy closer so that the slender body was spooned up next his own. He sighed softly and just managed to catch the end of a murmur from Ryoma. "What was that?" he asked.
"I can do better; I promise," Ryoma murmured sleepily before falling asleep.
Fuji raised an eyebrow but said nothing, knowing that Ryoma wouldn't be able to respond anyhow. Instead, he focused hard on stilling the fire that was quickly spreading in the lower region of his body. He sighed, knowing that it would be pointless to force a sleeping—not to mention clearly intoxicated—partner to satisfy him, even though he was sure Ryoma's instincts as an anguisette would probably kick in as a conditioned response. He groaned softly as the small body snuggled closer to his own and a sweet, enticing smell rose from Ryoma's hair. The good thing was that he recognized the scent. The bad thing was that it was a mild aphrodisiac whose effects he was quite familiar with.
"It's going to be a long night," Fuji commented to no one in particular as he resigned himself to wait it out.
A/N- That was an uber long chapter! I don't think I've ever written as much. Anyways, the story is finally progressing somewhere. More and more things are getting unraveled and relationships between the characters are building. I threw in Sakuno and Tomoyo on a whim and, strangely enough, I like having them written in. They may or may not show up in the future chapters (it depends on whether or not I remember to use them XD). Somehow, I feel like I should've used more characters. And writing drunk Ryoma was awesome. I portrayed him as an affectionate and somewhat lonely drunk, not to mention slightly lustful :P
Anyways, I hope this was an entertaining chapter. Finally, some action between the characters! I initially started the story with the intention that there was going to be smut in every chapter but somehow…I'm starting to feel that it would much sweeter developing the relationship between Fuji and Ryoma. What do you guys think? Feel free to leave a comment or a question :) They make the world go 'round. Thanks for reading!
Comments appreciated. Criticisms considered. Flames ignored.
-Chocolate Dumpling