Yay! Glad you're still here coz the fun never stops! This is probably the longest title I have ever made...mind you, I already shrunk it. The full title was: Two Baby Showers Times Two Bachelor Parties Equals Four Times the Drunken Fun! Sorry if the sentence lack substance. I couldn't catch up with my imagination hahaha Watch out: New style of writing!
Chapter 7: Two Showers Times Drunken Parties Equals Four Times the Fun!
Oriya peeked at the wall hidden from the view.
A serene Muraki was sitting down on the tatami mat, quietly sipping oolong tea. Two seconds passed by and the quick patter of his soft slippers barely registered on Muraki as he barely had time to muffled a yell while he got bound head to foot with satin white sheets.
He may have screamed rape but he knows Oriya and his fetish for satin so he waited for his crazy friend to give him a logical explanation, which he doubt he has one upon hearing the maniac laugh just behind his covered head. Muttering curses as he was dragged upon the floor, submissive to the constant bumping and grunting of his hidden from view friend turned maniac. One day he will pay him back.
The grunting stopped as he heard a gasped followed by a quick door slam. The sheets were delicately scented with rosemary. Hmm..he wonders how his cooks his food with it…Darkness fell on him, shadows dancing in his nearsighted vision of white and gray. He managed to peek at a tiny hole from the intertwining silk and knew he was trapped in a room. He sighed knowing his pot lay somewhere nearby, his tea going cold.
Someday he will pay him back.
"What are you doing here?" Oriya demanded, whispering furiously.
Watari waved his hand to apologize. "Gomen…I have to ask for a favor…"
"I'm in the middle of something. Can't this wait?" Oriya furtively glanced at the closed door behind him.
"Sorry but this was an impromptu event and we could really need your help." Watari pleaded. Then noticing a slight scrapping and grunting sound coming from the back door, he twisted his head in curiosity. "What's behind that door?"
"What door? This door? Nothing. Why?" Oriya hurriedly blocked Watari's view.
"I thought I heard something moved…" Watari craned his neck for a better look and probably a peek at what's inside. Oriya held him still. "It's probably a mouse or something."
"Oriya get the fuck in here! I'm soaking the sheets, damn you!" Muraki's voice was clearly heard over the door.
Oriya watched Watari's eyes go extra wide upon putting two on two with his almost dismantled robe, the narrow room and the scream to come back. He hastily grabbed Watari's arm towards the exit.
"You need"
"3 Dancing Voluptuous Vixens and 3 Macho Men"
"Done. I will not ask for what purpose."
"I did not hear someone suspicious inside."
"There is nothing wrong with giving your friend a memorable occasion to celebrate."
"And there is nothing wrong with asking a friend to help give a memorable occasion to celebrate"
Both left hurriedly, both in relief.
"I can't believe this is your idea of giving me a father's day celebration." Muraki waved the scantily clad girl who was wiggling her tush for a rub. She pouted before turning her attention to Oriya.
They were inside Oriya's special private room, famous for its passionate color scheme and ambience to bring out the wild side of anyone. Muraki hesitated as another of Oriya's courtesans began to gently massage his back. The smell of cinnamon strangely perked mind while his body slowly began to relax upon the submission of her deep caresses.
"Why not? If you're going to spend the rest of your life whose body matches yours, you might as well enjoy your last day with the opposite side." Oriya replied, as he tickled the girl's ear with his tongue. The girl groaned.
"Tying me up on that rotten stock room of yours is not what I call a warm welcome entrance," Muraki remarked dryly.
"I thought the satin sheets would kept you comfy," Oriya gulped down the last of his sake. The girl giggled as she poured another batch while purposely dripping some on his bare chest. Muraki cringed at the scene. "You seemed to be the only one who enjoyed my party."
Oriya grinned. "I'm sure she does." Both he and the girl laughed. "Lighten up! I'm sure they are also having one right now."
Muraki raised a brow. "What makes you say that?"
"Hmm?" Oriya peered with his half-closed eyes at him, distracted at the heated exchange below him. "Oh nothing. I just lend his co-worker 6 of my best stage performers. That guy must have been granted a bonus. Hey where are you going?" Muraki hastily stood up and walked towards the door. He paused before slaming it.
"Fuck all of you."
Oriya beadily stared at the blurry door before he happily resumes his activity. "I don't see why not."
Gotcha! What were you thinking while reading the 1st part huh? Tsk tsk thinking bad thoughts? I hope not! Mwahahaha
Sorry if its short. I like leaving things hanging coz it gives me something to be excited when writing the next one. Ah…another success chap! and I'm loving each word of it…reviews! What do you think will happen on Tsuzuki's side? Hehehe details guys, details! The more, the merrier!
