Finally, the mizuage! Sex ahead, thread carefully.

Warnings: non/dubcon

Five months later, the day of his sixteenth birthday Akihito sat in his single room. Ever since the incident with Hiroki Daichi, Tamafuyou-sama had gotten him his own quarters, even though he couldn't understand why she was looking out for him in such a way.

Maybe she didn't hate him anymore? Wishful thinking, he knew. There was something else going here.

But all that aside, Akihito felt nervous and jittery and just plain anxious. His mizuage, as the house mistress explained to him earlier, would be conducted with him in a small showroom of sort while men bid on him, on his virginity. The highest bidder of course would be the man he would sleep with that night, and that would signify his attainment of the title of courtesan and his transition into manhood. Not only that, but the bidding was to accommodate his entire ensemble change after his coming of age, which was very expensive considering he would now be wearing more refined clothing and having more 'grown up' hair do's and styles.

It was an event he'd wish to bypass, but it was an important right of passage and there was no way out of it unless he was dead.

"You look far away."

Akihito raised his head to look at his reflection in the mirror he sat before while Takato helped do his make up and hair. The man was very talented with his hands and had become the one Tamafuyou-sama mostly calls to deal with such matters. He noted his now snow white complexion was due to the rice and flour mixture Courtesans wore often on their faces. His eyebrows were lined in crimson and black and his lips looked bee stung-also painted crimson.

Akihito sighed. "Just thinking."

"You look very beautiful," Takato whispered conspiratorially in his right ear while he stilled his hands entangled in his hair.

Akihito smiled and muttered a shaky thanks. He looked down at his *Furisode, mostly white with red cranes dyed throughout, which represented longevity and good fortune. The sleeves were longer than the traditional *Homongi and other informal kimonos and was only worn during ones' mizuage. His hair was being done into a special ceremonial style he wasn't interested to learn at the time, but now he had appreciation for it when he saw how much time and effort went into doing it. He'd been sitting for close to two hours now because extensions had to be used. Normally a maiko's hair had to grow out so the ceremonial hairstyle being done wouldn't cost extra by the extensions, but he had short hair so the money had to be spent.

"Don't be nervous, You can always close your eyes and pretend you're in the Shogunate's elaborate garden with the mystic ambiance of many different blossoms and elaborate trees while folding paper cranes if the man bores you in bed," Takato teased.

Akihito scoffed. "Only if he's small and smells good; which I highly doubt."

"I'll pray for your good fortune, Akihito."

With much sincerity the blond answered. "I appreciate that, thanks."

*******VF*******

The room was bare, and while Akihito sat on his knees in the enclosed space by himself, hands folded in his lap in a show of complete surrender, he couldn't help the churning in his stomach. His emotions spiraled between worry, forced calm and to a lesser extent indifference. He tried to accept that this had to happen, one way or another.

Sometimes he tried to imagine how many men would be behind the patterned paper screen before him. Two, five, ten, more? He wasn't popular at all, so the thought that no man might be in the room also crossed his mind. Not that he'd never been approached or solicited, but he was never interested and that turned most of his 'admirers' off. They wanted compliant and easy… that he was not.

But then there was Asami. The man kept drilling in his head over the years that this day would be solely his. Not that it wasn't possible, but Akihito highly doubted that would be the case even if the man was more stubborn than a mule. An uneasy feeling washed over him when the thought that Asami might be all bark and no bite crossed his mind. Why was that? Was he hoping Asami would be present? He quickly shook that thought out of his head. What if the room was full of bidders and Asami left because there was too much competition?

Somehow Akihito highly doubted that.

But then again he wasn't sure as his thought process drafted a variety of 'what if' scenarios. Including Asami in any thought process always made him confused.

One thing he knew for certain though was that his virginity would not be handed over quietly. So help him he will hold on to it for as long as he could, fight for it like the famous Shingen Takeda of the Takeda Clan in the battle of Shinano; A famous Samurai, a great warrior, a man of virtue….

"Takaba, why are you so tense?"

Broken out of his thoughts, Akihito's eyes focused and he looked up at the sound of the house mistress' voice.

"Nothing," the blond answered. She would be lining her pocket heavily for this so he knew her main concern wasn't his well being. He took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing himself.

She smiled, a noh mask of a smile that Akihito actually found creepy. She wasn't looking at him and seeing a person, she was looking at him and seeing merchandise; money.

"You'll have sake and wine with the winning bidder to help you….relax. You'll both have a room for yourself for the night and in the morning we'll check to make sure everything went according to plan," the woman explained.

Akihito heard all about the procedure through the grapevine a long time ago, it was like an open secret that he didn't need reminding of at the moment. Coming from the woman's mouth it sounded like another business transaction, which it was in essence.

The woman took his silence as silent agreement and continued. "Don't mess this up, you can create the chance to leave one day with a man willing to buy you or stay here the rest of your life selling yourself, your choice."

Akihito liked neither option.

She walked over to him and held his chin between her fingers, tilting his face up while scrutinizing him with curious, hard eyes.

"You're actually quiet beautiful, Takaba, but I wouldn't have noticed under that ugly attitude of yours."

Akihito glared as the woman walked away, he was used to the insults and verbal abuse. After a moment there was a light tapping noise coming from behind the paper screen and he knew that signaled they were about to begin. His initial paradox of emotions returned and he took a deep breath before schooling his face into a look of indifference. The make-up didn't allow for him to be able to show facial expressions anyways.

His breathing sped up in anticipation and foreboding as the screen slowly parted, revealing…

One freaking man; Asami!

Akihito looked around the room in mild disbelief, was he really the only one there?

The house mistress' voice drifted from somewhere to Akihito's left, forcing him to look back at Asami who sat there in the lotus position wearing one of his signature Hakama with his scabbard on the floor lying innocently beside him . "Takaba-san, your highest and only bidder, his Lordship Asami Ryuichi."

Akihito wanted to retort that he wasn't blind but he looked around the room once again to make sure he wasn't missing anybody else. A maiko approached him before holding out one hand, and he took it before standing slowly in his Zori slippers and tabi socks. He was led over to sit before Asami with a low table dividing them. The man had a look of smug satisfaction on his face.

Somehow he knew the bastard planned this.

"Now, let's get the sake, shall we?" Tamafuyou-sama directed at the maiko, who bowed before walking out.

Akihito sat there a little befuddled, not sure what to say or do at this point.

"Look at me."

Akihito looked at Asami at the sound of his voice, feeling vulnerable as those golden eyes stared with much intensity.

"Don't be afraid, I'll take very good care of you tonight."

Asami leaned in and captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss and Akihito closed his eyes and shivered when the man pulled back. Despite how use he was to Asami, he was still trying to accept all this.

The house mistress and the unknown maiko then returned with two trays, with each housing two decorated wine containers made from lacquered wood. They set it down to their right then left.

Akihito watched as Asami poured them both a cup of what looked like plum wine. By right he should have been the one pouring it since he should have felt 'honored' to have Asami's company tonight, but luckily Asami knew the type of person he was, because if he tried to force him he'd be wearing sake instead of drinking it.

Asami placed the cup before Akihito and instructed him to drink and when he took it up, they both drank quickly the burning liquid. Akihito coughed once.

"How do you feel?" Asami asked.

"Like I don't want to be here," Akihito answered before putting the cup back before him. The sake was warm and sweet and it burned slightly as he swallowed.

"I know, but this is happening tonight whether you like it or not," Asami answered before tilting another cup of warm sake at his lips.

Akihito could just imagine the smirk the man was hiding behind the cup and his eyes narrowed. "Somehow I knew you'd say that."

Asami replaced the cup on the low table before looking at Akihito seriously, his golden eyes taking in the beauty before him. Contrary to what Takaba might think he was quite exquisite, and coupled with his demeanor, the attractiveness and fiesty brawn combination was something Asami rarely came across and it attracted him like bees to honey.

"I've been waiting far too long for this moment, all the anticipation and build up over the years has made me yearn for you something fierce. Now, let's go, shall we?"

Akihito blushed as Asami stood and held out his hand to him. The sudden implication of them leaving hit him full force and he suddenly felt anxious all over again. This was it. What he was about to do with this man would help shape his future as a man and as someone to be seen and not ignored.

He hated that fact.

*******VF*******

The room allocated had the ambiance of a Westerner's honeymoon suite; he saw it once in a photograph a trader returning from overseas had shown him. There was an actual foreigner's bed in the room, something he'd only ever heard of before but never seen. He marveled at the size, it could hold three people easily and it was off the ground, a bit high by his standards since he was so use to practically sleeping on the floor on his futon. He touched the polished wooden bed frame in awe before fisting the soft sheets, it reminded him of the clouds.

"Is this a westerner's pillow?" Akihito asked while pointing to the item on the bed. He touched one and it was so much softer than the neck pillow he was used to.

"It is," Asami answered. He had both hands on Akihito's waist while the blond marveled at how different the room looked from what he was use to.

Akihito had never seen curtains so thick and colorful and they almost touched the ground, and the furniture was so much larger. Incense burned on a low wooden table from a corner of the room and there were a variety of colorful flowers in vases in every corner of said room. Overall Akihito was enthralled by the presentation.

"Go wash your makeup off in the bathroom," Asami then instructed. As much as he'd like Akihito to be able to explore, he needed to do what he came to do, it was hard holding himself back.

Getting the hint, Akihito glared before he stormed off towards the bathroom, aggravated that Asami couldn't allow him the luxury of satiating his curiosity. The bathroom was also set up different from the communal bath he was use to, but Akihito didn't take the time to explore as he'd like because the last thing he wanted was to get into too huge of an argument with Asami over this; the man's impatience was quiet obvious. When he looked back at his reflection in the face mirror over the white porcelain basin, another first since he was use to the wooden and stone basins of his culture, his face was free of all makeup. He used a towel to dry the excess water off before walking back out to the bedroom to face his fate.

Asami sat on the bed, already half undressed. The Hakama pooled around his waist, revealing the *Kataginu that draped his upper body, which outlined all those lean muscles and his broad chest. He held out a hand and Akihito took it slowly, allowing himself to be pulled towards the man when he tugged lightly on his hand.

Asami wrapped both hands around his waist, resting his head against his stomach before a hand shifted and moved and transposed the silk fabric of the Furisode so his hands ran up the expanse of his leg, sending a new bout of shiver down Akihito's spine.

Asami, for all intent and purposes was in no mood to play around. He was serious and he couldn't hold back another second at the smooth, supple skin he could feel under all that fabric. He looked up into unsure hazel eyes, watching Akihito bite his lower lip into plumpness while the grip of his smaller hands on his shoulders tightened.

For Akihito, his breathing suddenly felt constricted when those larger, sword calloused hands kneaded his ass cheeks. Asami was unabashed in his come on and a squeak of surprise left his lips when the man quickly brought a hand up, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down into a wild, wanton kiss.

Asami wanted to catch Akihito off guard, because while kissing him he shifted the blond's legs from under him, then angled them both so in the end Akihito was on his back on the bed with him on top of him; between his legs.

Akihito struggled and tried to push back, but Asami was like a boulder on top of him and he couldn't decide if his irregular breathing was due to the kiss or the man's weight. He made a lot of indignant grunts in his bid to try to speak because Asami wasn't relenting in their tongue lock and he couldn't get a chance to bite the man's tongue off.

Asami angled himself so he could rip the silk fabric from Akihito's body while he struggled from under him, but he had him trapped good, because there's no way he would allow him to get away. It also took less than a second for his own Kataginu to join the rest of fabric on the floor, disregarded and forgotten.

Akihito managed to force his head to the side in his panic and he pushed at Asami with renewed vigor when he realized this was it, his final moments as a virgin. He wanted to prolong it for as long as possible, to keep his pride wholly intact.

"Get off!" Akihito grunted indignantly. His braid was now all over the place and his hairstyle was ruined. Only a bed-head version of his own shoulder length blond hair remained after all the trouncing and fighting he was doing; all thanks to Asami.

"I'll get off on you, Akihito, don't worry," Asami smirked before grabbing and pinning the blond's hands over his head. Akihito thrashed when he moved the ripped kimono to expose a flaccid cock nestled between soft blond hair; a shade lighter than the color on his head. Asami couldn't deny his mouth watered at the sight of such a lean, sexy body, the scrumptious V dip of the blond's pelvis and he spat in his hand before deciding to cop a feel.

"Don't you dare!" Akihito half pleaded half growled when the man's free hand reached for it, held it…stroked it. It sent a jolt of something electric through his body, a foreign feeling; a mix of something mind numbing and free falling.

"Stop it…" Akihito moaned after a few minutes, trying desperately to hold on to his pride through the haze of his heightened lust. Asami was relentless and kept jerking him off despite his pleas for him to stop. He tried one more time to close his legs but Asami forced them apart with the elbow of the hand he was using. And the way he stroked, twice down the shaft and once over the head before repeating the process had Akihito crying out no matter how hard he tried to stifle his voice. A drop of sweat ran down his brow to trail over his cheek until it disappeared into the pillow under his head.

Asami relinquished his hold on Akihito's hands, because despite what the blond wanted to say or do he was grossly enjoying his actions. His slender hips thrusted in tandem with each stroke of his cock and he was inadvertently widening his legs for him now, he didn't have to force the issue anymore. With the sweat lightly grazing Akihito's flush body and the way his muscles rippled under his touch left Asami feeling like the luckiest man alive. He hadn't felt this excited in years and despite his heightened libido, he decided that tonight would last right back into tomorrow morning whether Akihito liked it or not. This was it, the seal of ownership, the mark, the brand that would make Akihito his forever. He would make sure Akihito's first time would be a memorable and pleasurable one, nobody else will be able to compare.

Nimble fingers grabbed at Asami's stroking hand while lips wetted with saliva made all sorts of conflicting commands for stop and more and please. While Akihito was distracted by the haze of his foreplay, Asami brought the middle finger of his free hand down to scoop up a glob of precome before playing with that twitching hole. He barely pushed said finger in before circling the virgin entrance. Akihito's cadence got a note higher, his body shook with pleasure and his feature became more wanton, begging for something more.

"Akihito…"

Akihito's eyes focused on Asami at the sound of his voice.

By this time Asami's finger was slowly pumping in and out of Akihito's tight-like-vice opening and he could feel the sticky wetness of his own precome on the hakama pooled around his waist. He brought his head down and planted a slow, sensual kiss on Akihito's succulent lips, tasting him one more time before he stood up and allowed the hakama to fall to the floor. He liked the way Akihito's eyes widened when they landed on his length; daunting and worried. Even though he knew the girth was a bit intimidating, Akihito would just have to get use to it.

"No way in hell…!" Akihito squawked when Asami moved towards him. All the feeling of lust lessened slightly at the intimidation of that monstrous thing that was supposed to go inside him. How the hell would that fit without killing him anyways?

"Don't be afraid my cute Akihito, you'll get use to it soon enough," Asami answered. He had to grab Akihito's ankle when he tried to make a run for it. He pushed him back, hard, on the bed and Akihito landed with an audible thud, the bed shifting under the force of his fall. Asami quickly mounted the teen, even as Akihito pushed and prodded but he pinned him in place with one hand before he brought his head down and sucked him off, which deftly shut the blond up from his display of ire.

Asami sucked hard and fast and obstinately and Akihito couldn't find the breath to tell him to stop. The man widened his legs before bobbing his head even faster and the feeling shot from his cock and up his spine to short circuit something inside his brain.

Taking advantage of Akihito's weakness, Asami grabbed both his legs and pushed them up, exposing the teen to his now ready and waiting cock. He wasted no time pushing forward, but he didn't drive all the way in. He stayed on the edge to give Akihito time to adjust to his size, last thing he wanted to do was to hurt him too badly. The blond was too tense and if he wasn't careful Akihito's sphincter could splinter like wood.

Akihito hissed before crying out at the pain of being penetrated. He closed his eyes tight and arched his back slightly before grabbing Asami's waist and pushing back, he felt like he was being ripped to shreds.

"Stop…Asami…it hurts!" Akihito pleaded with his eyes still closed, this was too much.

Asami, who was bracing himself over Akihito so that he didn't put his weight on his hips answered, "Relax, you're tense and it will hurt more that way."

"I…I can't, take it…take it out…please," Akihito stammered as he broke out in a bout of cold sweat. It felt like his nerve endings were fried and his heart pounded in his ears. The pain started at his penetrated ass and raced up his spine, stopping his breathing and constricting his muscles. He looked down between his parted legs and saw for himself that Asami wasn't in all the way. But even the sight of what was left to enter him made Akihito shiver from fear even more.

"It's just the head, relax and it won't hurt so much," Asami said in a parody of a soothing voice, trying to coax the panicked teen into relaxing. It was hard considering all he wanted to do was push forward and fuck Akihito to within an inch of his life; his tight ass was squeezing his cockhead so hard and it hurt and felt so damn good at the same time. It felt like Akihito was tensing to try and push him back out, it was prurient.

For Akihito, the humidity in the room dropped dangerously low and his throat felt dry. He kept pushing back against Asami with his hands but the pain increased ever so slightly and he knew Asami was trying to skewer him shamelessly. Swallowing his pride, he decided to plead with the man one more time to stop this, it hurt too damn much.

Akihito swallowed a lump in his throat and looked up at the man hovering over him pleadingly. "Asami…please, take it out, it hurts. Please."

Asami sighed before stroking Akihito's hair softly, he really hated that kicked puppy look. He stared down into those pleading, watering hazel eyes before kissing the blond lightly on his forehead. He tilted the smaller chin up before telling Akihito quiet bluntly that he was going to get fucked and that it will feel better soon, he should be patient.

Akihito sniffled once, before he willed himself to calm down and relax. If this was inevitable then he might as well not make it any harder than it had to be. His ire returned full force and when the pain of being penetrated teethered out to a dull ache, he looked at Asami and glared like he was looking down at a pit of vipers.

"Fuck. You."

Asami smirked. "You wish."

*******VF******

Tamafuyou-sama slept more peacefully than she had in a long while the night before. She woke up with a smile on her face, an actual smile before preparing for the day ahead. There was a light pep to her step, a resounding 'feel good' feeling that came with success, bearing the fruits of your labor.

What was the cause of her unusual good mood?

Takaba Akihito.

Yes, that unruly, good for nothing, trouble making brat had made her more money in his short years at her Okiya than any other Maiko or Courtesan over the same period of time. Yes, even the famous Feilong made less amount of money over the same time period since there was never a Daimyo so possessive over him.

His Lordship had paid twice the cost of a maiko's Mizuage from the brat, and that was almost the price of a ransom. Almost.

Coupled with the amount of money his Lordship had spent over the years to eliminate any and all competition, she was surprised he wasn't broke. She figured he had to be making some extra money to be paying for such an unruly person on the side. She couldn't figure what the man saw in the kid anyways.

But whatever it was he saw she's happy about it, because right now she made a substantial amount of money for herself from the deal. Asami had to hide his extra curricular spending lest the Shogunate found out, so she had to write up the books for it to appear he paid the due amount for the Mizuage, which meant half of the money paid went straight to her pocket.

Oh yes, it was a very good day today.

But, she still had her duties to perform running the place and that meant she had to check on the brat, make sure he was deflowered and that his Lordship was satisfied, because if the man wasn't, then Takaba's value would decrease exponentially.

The hallway was quiet as she walked, and she approached the room Takaba would be in carefully. Normally, when the men were through they left in the middle of the night or in the early morning, they got what they came for and rarely ever lingered. She stood before said door and was a little surprised when a muffled voice and whimpering could be heard through the doorway. It wasn't unusual, but usually the young men were too fucked out to be awake so early.

She grabbed the sliding door and pulled back slightly. She angled her head and peeked in, curious as to what was happening. What she saw had her eyes widening in utter and complete shock.

To be honest she'd seen her charges and their customers before, but with Takaba on his head, his mouth open as saliva ran from the side of his lips with the young lord over him pounding away mercilessly she felt something stirring inside her, a feeling she'd put to rest a long time ago.

Takaba looked worn, stressed and completely fucked out as the early morning waves of the rising sun barely illuminated the room, causing them to glow as the rays bathed over both their sweat slicked and fluid coated skin. The kid looked like he'd been through purgatory and back, and she smiled before she closed the sliding door and left the two alone.

/tbc

*Homongi-literally translates as visiting wear. Characterized by patterns that flow over the shoulders, seams and sleeves.

*Furisode-literally translates as swinging sleeves—the sleeves of furisode average between 39 and 42 inches (1,100 mm) in length.Furisode are the most formal kimono with colorful patterns that cover the entire garment. They are usually worn at coming-of-age ceremonies and by unmarried female relatives of the bride at weddings and wedding receptions.

*Kataginu-A sleeveless jacket with exaggerated shoulders worn under a kimono