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~~ Disease, Dance And Seduction ~~
~~ 30. June, Early Night ~~
The party turned out to be no children's party as only the sound of adults' voices reached his ears. Laugher and chatter echoed through the house. Ryoma sighed in relief. They entered a rather large living room, filled with around twenty people. His… lovers separated, were immediately involved in conversations and friendly hugs. It was the moment where Ryoma stood helplessly in a corner of the room and began his observation, silently.
Most of the guests were friends from old school days and therefore friends with his new… partners, too. The conversations and jokes were circling around topics from old times. A topic where Ryoma couldn't say anything. Furthermore, the greater part of the guests seemed to be together and in a relationship. Not all were homosexual. A few men had their female partner's beside them or wore rings at the ring finger. Though, the higher amount of the people here was clearly homosexual. Another relief as Ryoma hadn't any interest in women because he had never understood what to do with them.
His view wandered further around the newly decorated living room which had been turned into a sitting area and also a dancing area. Music sounded from a stereo machine, giving a great beat and motivating the people to dance. Only a few guests were drinking alcohol like simple beer but nothing strong which wondered but calmed him. He had guessed to find a horde of drunks at the end of the party but his theory was likely false. His view wandered further and stopped by his partners who were scattered around the room.
Atobe and Sanada danced together in the middle of the crowd. Nonetheless, they stood out like light in the darkness as their moves were fluid. They had obviously danced together quite occasionally to be so in sync. Their dance was tempting but not too tempting to stir arousal, yet. First Atobe, then Sanada noticed him in the corner and waved him to them, trying to lure him onto the dancefloor.
No, better not.
Still too early.
He shook his head and continued his journey of observation. His gaze went to Yukimura who stood beside a small group of guys and watched the dancing pair with a mischievous glint in his eyes while nodding at something a man beside him had just said. Well, it seemed the dance would reach a higher level of temptation in the next minutes. The sparkle grew in intensity.
Beside the bluenette stood Tezuka, talking calmly with a guy who hissed like a snake from time to time and a browned-haired and shy man who rubbed continuously the back of his head. Oishi stood there with Eiji clinging to his arm too. For now, nobody had cared enough to talk to him, so Ryoma dared to sit onto the empty couch. Hopefully, it would stay this way. His nervousness and the many curious glances shot in his direction were not exactly comfortable. He searched for his last... lover but couldn't find him. Where was Fuji?
"What are you watching?" Fuji asked suddenly, already sitting on his right side and startling the hell out of him. His poor heart jolted up to his throat. Where the hell had he come from?
"What the… Nothing."
"Your nothing looks like something. Like our lovers' whereabouts." The brunette chuckled, leaning closer to Ryoma and putting a hand on his thigh. Warmth spread immediately up his leg. Ryoma remained silent, wise enough to not give any more details. "Wanna dance?"
"No."
"Still nervous?"
"No."
"There is a 96.3 percent possibility that he is still nervous and therefore lying." A man with jet black and spiky hair and glasses told him and sat down at the opposite couch. The glasses were sparkling from every angle, hiding the man's eyes completely. Creepy. That he was slurping on a very strange and disgustingly bubbling juice in a big glass didn't spoke in his favor either.
"Actually, Sadaharu, it should be 97.1 percent. You must have forgotten his eyes in your calculation." Another guy with brown hair cut into a bob told him. What was going on here? What kind of calculation was that to include his eyes?! Those two were very creepy and gave him the chills!
"Inui, Yanagi. Nice to see you again. How are you doing?" Fuji greeted both with a true and warm smiles, so more friends of his new… partners.
"Fine, I have finally managed to complete Kaidoh's fitness plan into perfection." The glasses guy said and pushed his already creepily sparkling glasses further up his nose as he directed his attention fully to him. "You must be Ryoma, their new boyfriend. My name is Inui Sadaharu and this is my friend and colleague Yanagi Renji. Nice to meet you."
Ryoma nodded at both because what else was there to say. The nervousness caused a knot in his throat and stopped him from speaking or at least made him stutter and that would be an embarrassment he tried to avoid at the moment. The other brunette, who had his eyes closed for the entire time until now, spoke next. "We have heard a lot of rumors about you from Oishi. Maybe you could clarify them?"
Ryoma gulped. Here it came; the many questions. His hands began to sweat and he calmed himself before replying in a steady voice. "Rumors like what?"
"Is it true that you had a secret affair with all five until you all chose to be in one relationship?"
"Or that you lead an illegal business?"
Ryoma hoped they didn't see the sweat drops running down his neck and temple. Close, they were pretty close to the truth with their second guess.
"No, Inui, we met Ryoma in a club, danced with him but lost him out of our sight when a friend of Ryoma's came and picked him up. Seiichi met him again by coincidence and invited him over. We met frequently afterwards which underlined our attraction towards each other." Fuji declared and Ryoma noted the dodging of the second topic.
"Hmm… interesting. Very good data." Inui mumbled and scribbled something in his notebook which he had pulled out from out of nowhere. The guy wasn't really making notes about their relationship, was he?
"It seems very unusual for the five of you to suddenly invite someone else in your little circle. Seiichi had always told me with absolute certainty you all felt complete and would never consider another man with you." Yanagi stated with still closed eyes. "Why the sudden change?"
"Saa, Ryo is very special. He had caught our interest instantly and fits perfectly to us." Fuji smiled and, before anybody else could say anything, changed the topic. "Have you already heard the good news about Kabaji?" Fuji really knew how to manipulate someone or something!
"You mean the news about his wife being pregnant?" Inui asked, still scribbling in his notebook. "There is a 59.5 percent chance for it to be a girl."
"I think he will be a good father." There was a dreamy and longing expression on Fuji's face as he said it and he leaned closer to Ryoma, entwining their fingers. Ryoma swallowed, feeling uncomfortable under the suddenly intense and very curious growing stares, but didn't do anything to get out of the brunette's soft grip as he feared Fuji would feel offended or hurt by this action. Instead, he averted his eyes and focused on Yukimura who smirked brightly and joint Atobe and Sanada on the dancefloor; turning the air hotter with each sway of his hips. Ryoma grinned.
"So you have already decided when and who will be the lucky one." A newcomer with spiky, black hair and a smug grin on his lips asked and joint them on the couch, sitting beside Inui. The three guys left the couch, where Ryoma and Fuji were sitting, alone and Ryoma had this strange feeling it had something to do with Fuji.
"The lucky one?" Fuji asked, blinking in confusion just like Ryoma did. "What do you mean, Momo?"
"Now that it is possible for guys to get pregnant and your desire, Fuji-senpai, to have children, it is only a matter of time, really is." The black-haired guy addressed Ryoma next. "My name is Momoshiro Takeshi, by the way, nice to meet you. You can call me Momo if you like." Ryoma nodded.
"I remember Fujiko telling me how he had once in his childhood dragged Yuuta, his younger brother, to the hospital to get him pregnant, nya~." Eiji laughed, jumping on the couch beside Momoshiro and opposite Ryoma and Fuji. The redhead and Momoshiro snickered at the memory while the brunette gave them a dangerous glare. Obviously not a story which had been meant to be shared.
"Ne, Momo, how is Ann doing? Have you still not asked her to go out with you? Saa, what a shy boy you are." Fuji smiled sadistically. Oh, the brunette was ready for payback. It was funny if you weren't the one being on the receiving end. "Eiji, how is the sex with Oishi now? Have you used the lube with extra stimulation which I had advised you? My friend would like to know if it works as he wants to buy it too."
Both faces heated up and turned crimson, neither saying anything else after the embarrassing announcement and Ryoma laughed out loud, didn't bother to stop or suppress it. It was so typically Fuji!
Yanagi cleared his throat and spared Momoshiro and Eiji any further embarrassment. The scene was so absurd and comical as if it had happened many times before. "To get back to the real topic; even with the disease making it possible for men to get pregnant, one shouldn't underestimate the danger coming with it." Yanagi lectured them. "We, Sadaharu and I, have been able to watch and experience the process of the male pregnancy by the hand of a few of our patients in the hospital."
"What do you mean by danger? Isn't it a miracle?" Fuji objected and frowned, his sadistic vein having disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Actually, no. It makes it possible for men to give birth to children but only a third of all male pregnancies ends well. Most of the times, the so called mother and or the child die during the process."
"Only one out of three survives?" Ryoma whispered, his thoughts immediately jumping to Kevin. Did his friend know about it?
"Yes, the male body isn't made to bear children and they often endure strong pain and aches along the four to five month of pregnancy."
"Four to five month, nya?"
"That's short, really short." Momoshiro added in astonishment, having recovered from the verbal attack. Although, his attention stayed away from Ryoma and Fuji.
"Yes, it is way shorter than a normal pregnancy and it is also a lot riskier because the body doesn't really change. The baby is often pressing on life essential organs as only a sort of womb is created through this virus but nothing else which is the reason for the short period of pregnancy. If the male mother bears the child any longer than five months, the fetus presses on too many organs and causes the male mother's body to break and collapse. The child needs to be cut out by an abdominal delivery."
"Do all male… mothers need to report their pregnancy to you or the hospital? Or can they just go to any doctor?" Ryoma asked, hoping to find something out about Kevin's current condition because he got a strange feeling in his gut. If it was really this dangerous, then why was his companion still insisting on carrying out the child?
"No, they come on their own free will. Most males don't even realize they are pregnant until the fourth to fifth month, right before the birth of the child."
"Why? Isn't it obvious when they suddenly gain weight and their stomach swells, nya?"
"Most men don't expect to have caught this disease and think they gained weight due to their new eating habit or because of some stress. Also, males have other symptoms of pregnancy than females. For example, they don't feel sick very often and have increased releases of hormones inside their bodies. The pain comes often right after sex as the pressure on the stomach intensifies during this time, due to the flexing of muscles, and can last for days. Here too, most just think about it as simple cramps or having unconsciously eaten something rotten."
"But if someone comes to you, could you see beforehand if there will be complications?"
"There is no guaranty or way to tell with absolute certainty but we can observe and do some simple tests to see if the body reacts normally. Do you have someone in mind, Ryoma?" There was a hidden glimpse behind Inui's glasses and Yanagi's suddenly open and dark brown eyes revealed cat-like curiosity.
"No, of course not. Just asking out of curiosity."
"Is that so?"
"How is it even possible in the first place? We all just heard from the news, when the first male gave birth to a child, that something like this is possible." Fuji asked and leaned forward, fully interested in the conversation and, unconsciously or consciously, saving Ryoma from another uncomfortable staring contest with Inui and Yanagi.
"We don't know for sure but we guess that a virus had been going around as the result of some failed experiment. The government hasn't given any statement to this yet."
"Failed experiment, nya~?!"
"It means it could spread in some way? Infecting others? Being contagious?" Momoshiro turned pale. Not a friend of male pregnancies, huh?
"Yes, an infection has been attested. Though, only after the males got pregnant. There is still no way of telling who is infected by this disease and who isn't before the actual pregnancy takes part. We believe the transfer is done by the exchange of fluids like blood, sperm or saliva."
Saliva and sperm?!
So Kevin had gotten it because he had kissed and slept with one of his clients who had it. It would make sense...
...Wait...
...Kissed...!?
Ryoma felt the shiver, the chill of realization. He had never really cared about this thing, the disease, but now he did and terrifying memories caused his body to pump adrenaline through his veins. Kevin had kissed him more than once and sometimes even with tongue, exchanging saliva! Oh f*** shit! When was the last time he had been kissed by Kevin? Had Kevin been already infected at the time?
Fuji jolted beside him, glancing at their hands and then frowning at him.
"Ryoma?" He whispered in his ear. "What's wrong?"
Ryoma shook his head, feeling all of a sudden very sick and unwilling to talk about it with too many curious ears around them. "Later."
Fuji nodded, putting an arm unsuspiciously around his shoulder. A calming gesture and Ryoma tried to smile at his partner in gratitude. At least Fuji wasn't pressing the matter.
"Though, we also found out that not all men can get infected by this disease, only a very small percentage who has the right conditions can." Yanagi explained mildly after a pause and looked strangely more deeply at him, watching him with his brown eyes.
"So there would only be a very small chance of getting infected if you kissed such a person?" He asked innocently. However, Fuji's hand on his shoulder tensed and tightened in jealousy and dislike. He knew the brunette had counted one and one together but his mind would kill him further with worry if he hadn't asked. He needed to know if he could have caught this disease because getting pregnant in the near future wasn't on his list.
"We believe so, yes. Did you have such contact to another person who has been infected?" Inui was already scribbling something in his notebook.
"Er...no."
"Ryoma has a friend whose boyfriend got currently pregnant." Fuji lied for him, jumping to his rescue.
"…Interesting." Inui's hand with the pen moved furiously. What the hell was the guy writing? Anyway, if the percentage of getting infected was very small and the last kiss was months ago, long before Kevin's pregnancy began, then there should be little to worry about, right?
"If someone is infected… is there a chance to be cured, nya~?" Eiji asked and luckily took all attention from Ryoma.
"Not yet as we haven't figured out how great the range of spreading is and what other ways there are for it to spread. Furthermore, as long as we can't detect it before the pregnancy takes part, we don't know how to analyze it correctly. Also, many people haven't asked for a cure but how to get infected instead and if we would offer such a thing."
"Do you?" Momoshiro asked beside a stunned redhead.
"…" Inui and Yanagi glanced at each other nervously.
"You do?!"
"Not exactly. Yanagi and I haven't done it but we have caught a few of our colleagues doing so after their working hour. They collected the fluids from infected patients and sold it."
"A new illegal way to make money." Fuji stated concerned. "Have they been reported?"
"Yes, Tezuka, Atobe and Sanada know about it, too."
"Tezuka, Atobe and Sanada? What have they to do with illegal activities?" Ryoma asked, still a bit worried about the pregnancy thing but also curious about his new partners. Everything was better than driving himself crazy with worry!
"Mitsu's father is head of the police office and Gen's family is the head of a detective agency who does a lot of undercover work. Their parents are old friends of Kei's parents who financially support them."
"Oh." Just how rich and influential was this guy and his family?!
The random and loud chuckle coming from Fuji startled and confused Ryoma for a moment. He wanted to ask for the reason when he already saw it and so did the others on the couch. Yukimura, Tezuka, Sanada and Atobe were dancing on the dancefloor... if one could still call it dancing. They kissed, touched and swayed their hips slowly together, almost grinding into each other. Their moves were fluid even with them making out in the open and for everybody to see. Their arousal and excitement was visible for everyone as they panted hard and their moves turned less innocent with each following beat.
The sight excited him, waking long lost feelings and desires inside him. Ryoma gulped down his saliva but couldn't look away no matter how hard he tried. Gone was the worry and any other thought. Fuji laughed and his hand slid away from his shoulder and onto Ryoma's thigh as he leaned closer.
"Aren't they beautiful and exotic?" The brunette hushed, which gave him chills, and began to kiss and nibble Ryoma's neck, causing him to shiver and close his eyes at the wonderful sensation.
"I want the same, Ryo. Us, together, naked in a bed and pleasing each other." The air turned hot and sizzling, drying his throat. Ryoma swallowed and tilted his head out of instinct to give the brunette better access to his skin. He wanted more, it felt so good.
"I want to be close to you." Another kiss, this time closer to his shoulder blade.
"I want to feel your kisses all over my body." The hand slid upwards, stopping near his crotch where a light bulge had grown. Ryoma could only cling to the brunette, not knowing if he wanted to continue or stop.
"I want to feel my hands running over your soft skin and caress every inch of you." A suck and lick at his skin, leaving a hickey. The hand stroked his thigh, kneading it softly but purposefully. It left Ryoma panting and cost him a lot strength to not move his hips forward to get more contact.
"I want you to trust me again and let go of yourself as we please you to your climax." Fuji turned his head tenderly with his free hand and kissed him on the lips, deeply. Ryoma moaned. "Would you like that?"
"Yeah." His body was taking over, screaming for attention, begging for release and leaving him no other choice. It had been so long… so damn long… and they were so erotic, each one of those five. They were tempting and arousing him on purpose, touching him whenever they could and giving him the security he needed to let go. He was a man with his needs being suppressed for far too long. He had noticed it at their little dance in their walk-in closet, had noticed it after Sanada's reaction to his dance and their way of holding him in their bed. Everything was fine for now, all he needed was to get some release!
"E-Er… Fujiko…"
"Fuji-senpai… we would appreciate it if it doesn't turn out like last year…"
"Don't worry. We will leave now and it wasn't so bad the last time, Momo, if I remember correctly." Fuji pulled a still dazed Ryoma from the couch and headed to the entrance. As if a magic call had been sent out, the other four were already there, waiting for them.
"We said goodbye to Oishi and I take it our other host has grabbed the situation?" Sanada asked and received a short nod from the lithe brunette who pulled Ryoma out of the house. A car was already waiting for them.
He was barely sitting, still dazed and lightly panting with probably red cheeks, when the brunette literally jumped him and continued where they had just left off by kissing him and sitting on Ryoma's lap with his legs left and right of Ryoma's thighs. Though, this time neither held back. One hand undressed him from his thin leather jacket, another caressed his still cloth-covered chest.
Letting go and thinking about nothing was so simple. He grabbed Fuji's shirt, pushing it upwards till he felt skin under his right hand while he used his left to hold Fuji's face close, so he able to deepen their kiss. His breath turned rapid and uncontrolled, having never stopped to slow down in the first place. He wanted more, couldn't get enough. Ryoma poked his tongue against Fuji's and explore his lover's mouth. It tasted sweet.
Fuji moaned loudly, thrusting his body stronger against Ryoma's, teasing him with his tongue which caused Ryoma to thrust back, craving more contact. His body was burning, his senses were overloaded. Someone else moaned in the car, another one groaned and the scent of sex filled the small space, thickening and heightening Ryoma's desire. From his position on, he could see his other four lovers who were already half naked.
Yukimura kissed Tezuka, clenched his body against the brunette's and moved his hips back and forth in a rhythm. Atobe had his head thrown back and panted hard with Sanada's head between his legs. What would it feel like to have this tong-
Fuji's hand opened his belt and slid inside his pants, touching and massaging his groin but never touching his privates. Ryoma caught his breath, heard a hoarse chuckle right beside his ear and felt more kisses on his neck, on his now naked chest and down onto his stomach. He hadn't even noticed the disappearance of his shirt, too caught up in this love play. Hands touched his sensitive skin as Fuji kissed him everywhere but not where Ryoma wanted him to.
The car stopped abruptly and five pairs of hands pulled him rather roughly out of it, without him knowing how they were so fast in recovering from their latest positions, and into the master bedroom. He stumbled onto the large bed as five pairs of eyes watched him lying helplessly and flushed, fully aroused, on the bed and tortured him with their silent gazes. They too were panting hard and Atobe's as well as now Tezuka's flies were still open, telling Ryoma what else his lovers had experienced during the car ride.
He wanted it too!
The feeling of being touched. The feeling of being loved.
It felt foreign; the craving of another body after such a long time of solitude.
Why weren't they doing anything?
He was burning with desire! They had to see it!
"Don't stop." His voice was hoarse from moaning and his breathing was shallow from arousal.
In a second, they were at his side, undressing him and undressing themselves, kissing him and every inch of his now naked body. His already swollen lips, his dry throat, his heaving chest and stomach and oh so slowly further down till they reached the special point and caused him to moan and scream in pleasure.
He couldn't distinguish whose lips and hands belonged to whom but he didn't want to either. The only thing he could do at the moment was feeling and enjoying the sensations and the swirl of emotions. Their hand's touch sent sizzles on his skin, gave him goosebumps and pleasure to a whole new level as they seemed to know his erogenous zones very well. Though, they didn't rush, took their time to torture him with need instead.
Five lips to drive him crazy; five pairs of eyes to give him chills and shivers; five pairs of hands to send jolts of electricity and fire over his body till he felt ready to let go, only to be pulled back again and again.
"Please!" He pleaded, asking for release because his body couldn't take any more. He was shaking like a leaf, sweating and panting, moaning and screaming. He reached out with his fingers, clung to the person who was nearest and dug his nails into the skin when another wave of ecstasy hit him. He didn't know who it was he clung onto and if it was only one of them but the person let him and kissed him only deeper to silence his groan.
It had been too long, far too long, and never with more than one man.
This was an entire new experience and he already loved it, even if it drove him crazy at the moment.
"Hold tight."
He was lifted and put into a kneeling position over someone's lap with his upper body leaning forward. He felt exposed and uncertain but another kiss from the person right in front of him changed his focus. Hands run along his spine, his sides and to his backside, tempting him some more. "Hurry."
His hissed words let them laugh before they finally started to prepare him. More minutes of torture; of sweet ecstasy. The moans slipped out of his lips unconsciously as he held onto the person in front of him, still kissing him as he thrusted his hips to their movements.
"So eager, so sweet." Someone whispered until they finally fulfilled his wish of release. They loved him with their body gently and roughly, slow and fast, until they too couldn't endure it any longer and someone told him to let go.
And he did, just like they did.
