minna-san konnichi wa! :*:・(^∀^)・:*:
To the precious readers and guests: LET'S WORK OUR IMAGINATIONS, SHALL WE?
this is a song composed both by Usami Akihiko and Ijuuin Kyo
and this is a Takahashi Misaki and Io collaboration
this is the result: tm blr . co/Zo_g9uimmb8R
【【【Change】】】
A white paper has been passed around the long, oval table covered in white fabric. On top of it were microphones attached, bottles of water and tea and coffee. Pens and pencils too for taking down notes. And laptops where they also watch what was happening outside the hall, and also for looking at the floods of feed back in their official site.
As the whole audience was busy taking their breaks, eating, drinking or simply socializing and making crazy guesses for the competition, the ten judges, also the ones making up the board of Sonate Committee was busy looking into the scores they have given. Some gave scores like they haven't even thought about it that much. Perhaps because of old age and being used to the craft that they didn't need all numbers to compute. They do it by hearing and listening.
They hear what the music sounds, every physical aspect of it. And they listen to the depth, meaning and the things concerned with emotions. They have mastered it. That was never a question.
"It's an obvious win," a man with a thin physique muttered, tapping his pen on the side of his chair.
The woman beside the man who just mumbled looked around her. The third, second and first placers were already decided. But she could see through her gray eyes the frowns and anxiety with the faces of the other judges as they ponder what to do with the grand winner.
"What do we do now? 36...his results exceeded the criterias. But what he did earlier, he couldn't be announced as this year's winner."
People in their fifties and sixties exchanged sighs while still thinking what to do. They couldn't say the first placer would be the grand winner and everyone goes a step forward. That was stupid. The winner was only the one who got it. Scandal or not, Takahashi Misaki was the one. However, the rules were binding them.
"Then we have no choice but to leave the place empty. We cannot choose an unfit representative for this year's Sonate," Hibara, the woman who wanted to disqualify Misaki earlier concluded.
The Chief Judge raised his hand to call the other's attention. "Say, we take this opportunity to revise some of Sonate's rules? It's a waste and to think, isn't what we're trying to do discrimination and prejudice?"
Many eyes looked from the old man to their own score sheets, pondering what the man just said. It didn't sound wrong, but ignoring the rules they had been following ever since was a decision hard to make. Not to mention they were all conservative people to begin with.
Hibara took her red-rimmed glasses off her nose and tapped her score sheet with her index finger. "Sorry Chief Judge, but you intend to break the rules for number 36?" she raised a thin brow. "He is in an indecent relationship, he's a very bad example. If we label him as the grand winner, he'll be carrying Sonate's image. That's an unlikely sight to behold."
Some nodded, some looked torn where to side.
"Hibara-san...I don't think what you're saying is bad...but it's also being unfair to 36...after all, talent wise...he's got it," the small woman beside the Chief Judge countered. Her black pearls accentuating the golden hues of her sharp eyes.
The feel of the atmosphere surrounding them grew heavy. It was as if they were deciding a life and death matter. No one wanted their ideas to be ignored. As these old people always get what they wanted to happen, having the authority bestowed to them.
With a gentle smile, the Chief Judge, probably the oldest among them stood and placed a brown paper on the center of the table.
"I suggest we do it the diplomatic way," he tapped on the paper with his pencil. "Those who are in favor of making changes, sign your name on the right side, those who don't then please on the left side. I won't take part of it as it was my idea and to avoid making it work to my favor, I'll leave everything to you."
Many of them looked surprised. Many had an obvious objection etched on their lined foreheads. However, they did as they were told.
The oldest man took the paper off the table after its round.
"Eh...let's see..." fine white brows furrowed for a moment and then he looked at the pair at the farthest side of the table. "I see Mr. and Mrs. Takatsuki, both of you are not in favor..." he muttered sadly.
He sighed like he was feeling sorry not just for the Takahashi Misaki but also for the entire future of Sonate. Has this sacred event turned to be this rigid and inflexible under his nose without him noticing? It was too sad.
"Majority voted to leave the grand winner's place empty with five votes."
The Chief Judge looked across the judges and smiled a defeated smile. "Does anyone wishes to make changes?"
Silence. No one moved. No one even looked at each other.
"Very well then..." the old man sat on his seat. "This year's Sonate grand winner is empty."
Five people ignored the flood of messages on their feedback page. Messages from people stating their views of what was going on. How they feel moved by a meer teenager's courage to admit the taboo. How Takahashi Misaki should win.
The judges watched the emcee call on the winners one by one. They watched it with mixed emotions. Having the most important place in that competition vacant felt like a knawing emptiness too. It felt sad, but it would always be the majoority that would have the final say.
"Sonate People, I think you have to do some changes with your rigid rules."
"This is a music competition right? I'm just reminding you Sonate Committee."
"I don't know but I have a feeling 36 should win. Even a ordinary person could see that."
"I agree with 36! 'If you will just base a human's worth just because of their preference, then you're way of judgement is twisted.'"
These were just some of the feedbacks that were flooding the site.
After the third placer was called, the emcee proceded into announcing the second placer. Mr. and Mrs. Takatsuki, both in intricate Kimonos looked at the stage with their eyes at the number 36 standing on the last line.
"I don't understand kids these days anymore..." Mrs. Takatsuki whispered while holding her husband's hand. "That Takahashi-kun...even our own Shinobu."
The man held his wife's hand tighter, feeling the same disapppointment when their son suddenly blurted he was gay and was going out with no less than the ex-husband of their daughter. It wasn't even the age gap that was the problem. The whole thing of male and male was the problem. It wasn't normal. It was creepy.
And it has been a year since Takatsuki Shinobu cut ties with his family. No. It was his own family that cut him off from them.
"And now...the First Place of this year's Sonate," the woman emcee smiled enjoying the suspence she was creating. The camera again flashing the competitors faces. "Congratulations...Kobayashi Taki. Hidemi Sayaka's representative..."
The darkhaired man frowned at the message alert on his laptop. He could only look at the sender with mouth half open.
"Shinobu?"
At the sound of the name, Mrs. Takatsuki looked at the screen as well. Her hand on her chest.
"I don't know if you will even read this. I know you're older than me and that you're mad at me. But please don't let your anger at your son being gay cloud your decision for the Sonate. It was you who taught me to be focused. And I'm going to tell you even if it's not the right time and even no matter how many times I have to; me being gay doesn't have anything to do with the things I will achieve in the future.
Takahashi Misaki, I don't know music. You know it better than I do being part of that committee for the longest time. It might be rude to say this, but Sonate is a competition to give way to one's dreams, right? He's gay and he admitted it. That doesn't make him, me and all the other gays there any less human than the rest of the crowd.
I won't ask you forgive all gays. Just give credit to those who deserve it.
Sorry for sounding like lecturing you.
Ps.
Happy Wedding Anniversary
Love,
Shinobu"
Silently weeping on her seat, Mrs. Takatsuki just pursed her lips. The man deleted the message right away. And both of them watched the awarding at hand.
"The Sonate Music Competition Champion Year XXXX..." the emcee dropped her hand holding the envelope on her side and faced the cameras straight on. "The Grand Winner for this Year's Sonate Music Competition...is vacant."
Tears like falling diamonds on her cheeks, Mrs. Takatsuki looked away from the stage. She couldn't bring herself to look any longer than Takahashi Misaki. Looking at the boy felt like looking at her own son. For the first time, she felt the impact of seeing with her own eyes what they did to their own son.
Inside she knew that seventy percent of her decision not to agree with doing this exception was because of her own son. It was slapped to her cheeks how prejudiced she was.
All the judges could hear the anxious buzzing of the people in the hall. They were confused and disappointed.
"Don't cry dear."
"I-sorry...I want to change my vote!"
"Huh?"
"This...this isn't right...we're putting our frustrations on our own son with 36...I know and YOU know..." she trailed off looking at the eyes of her husband with pain.
Takatsuki-san tapped his wife's shoulders lightly before going to the Chief Judge biting the tip of his pen.
"Uhm, excuse me...Me and my wife has something to say..."
"That's what happened..." the old man ended. Leaving out the family situation of the married couple that talked to him to the last minute.
Misaki's wide eyes looked still as confused and disbelieving as ever. He looked at the trophy and at the smiling woman who probably was already having cramps from holding out the heavy trophy to the teen.
"For real?" Misaki whispered. He couldn't believe it. It was so unreal.
"It's all yours. It belongs to you..."
It was like seeing the golden pot at the end of the rainbow. And this time, it was reality for Misaki.
"This is mine?" the teen with hands shaking slowly reached for the golden object. He looked at the audiences with mouths in silent gasps. When he looked back at the trophy, it wasn't the object he was seeing but the faces of the people who helped him reach there he was standing now.
"Thank you..." he cried inside his head. "Thank you Kami-sama..."
The golden Note, shimmered under the heavy lightings. But instead of the gold, Takahiro's face flashed before him.
He could be sure that his brother would be taken care properly for the rest of his life with the prize money. The effort of Ijuuin Kyo didn't go to waste. The wake up call from Arisaka, Sora-chan, the rest who offered him a smile and believed in him, and the reason he even dreamed of being a composer and singer, Usami Akihiko. They were the ultimate prize. And the trophy was the object incarnate of all these.
"We actually would like to thank you, Takahashi-san for joining Sonate..."
"Huh?"
"We realized our own rigidness and the unequal barrier that we have set up for this competition," the old man continued. "We have been following these rules ever since the start of Shōwa Period, and it's shameful to admit but we have to. Us people leading Sonate have lost sight of its goal. Welcoming talents...and opening up to the world that changes so fast. In other terms; flexibility and equality."
The audiences listened well, and somehow, they felt a little guilty as well hearing the 'rigidness' and 'unequal' words.
Despite being the Chief Judge, the old man gave praise by bowing at Misaki. "You taught us a great lesson tonight. I don't see any reason why you shouldn't be the winner. You have the talent...and most of all the determination to stand up and own up to your words."
"Congratulations to the Sonate Grand Winner XXXX, 36, Takahashi Misaki!"
It was hard to believe, but the people seemed to have accepted the decision as well, hearing the Chief and hearing Misaki, and also remembering how splendid his performance was. He was indeed deserving.
And so, they clapped for the teen. A genuine clap for a job well done. A genuine clap for his courage. A genuine clap for pushing through.
They drowned Misaki their claps until their palms hurt. Inside the hall, outside the venue, people in the streets or households, they had to admit, they were surprisingly happy about the result.
When Misaki held the heavy object in his hands, feeling the weight of the responsibility of it and his dreams attached to it, the teen lost his strenght and his knees bended reaching the floor. Hugging the trophy tightly, his never ending gratitude and tears soaking the golden object, Takahashi Misaki raised his head with a wide smile of not the prideful winner, but a thankful person that has been accepted.
"T-thank you very much! Thank you very much! Thank you...Thank y-" he couldn't finish it. He became a crying mess in front of everyone.
Usami was there, standing while clapping his hands. His face full of adoration and admiration to his precious lover. He could even feel the beating of his heart so wild it was painful. The sight of his lover's victory felt like he won an impossible fight as well.
Ijuuin was just smiling. His eyes, a little hot from mixed emotions. "That little idiot...gave me so many worries...I'm glad...you did it."
Io was there clapping. But he was feeling a different emotion. The want to hurriedly run the gap Misaki had created. The fire in him to stand up and make his own dream come true was ablaze. Thanks to Misaki.
And to all those who knew Misaki, Zone, the hospital and the people who could remember Misaki running on the streets, in the trains, they all felt happy for soome reason. Genuine happiness and thankfulness were indeed contagious.
"Takahiro...he did it! He did it!"
"He did..." the brother mumbled smiling. "He really is full of surprises..."
"I'm...so proud..." Arisaka calmed down while watching the weeping mess in his laptop.
After all the formalities of facing the Sonate Committee, of facing the entire audience, of staying until the end of the event, Takahashi Misaki found himself sitting on one of the seats in the lower boxes. His trophy on his lap as he gazed at the stage where he cried, screamed and fought.
The music hall was already deserted. It was deafeningly silent and somehow cold. Dimly lit but he could still clearly see the stage, the long judges' table and the once bright lights. It has ended and yet it has just began.
"I didn't know it's just small..." Misaki whispered running his hand on the cold and smooth surface of his trophy.
"Small what?"
Misaki thought his heart would jump out from his chest. Surprised by the sudden voice that broke out his silence, Misaki turned his head and saw Usami Akihiko standing before him.
That was the only time Misaki realized that he was really alone in the music hall and it was just him and the older man the only living soul in it.
"I mean, the stage. I thought it to be so big...but it was just small..." Misaki answered looking back at the stage.
A huge hand found its way on Misaki soft hair and rested there. Usami fixed his eyes at the stage as well while gently feeling the soft strands under his palm.
"It looks huge at first because of fear and uncertainties...but now that you have overcome this specific challenge, you'd see that there would be a bigger challenge ahead..."
Misaki smiled.
"I know...I just realized it..."
The silence won again and Misaki couldn't help but to look up at the pair of lavender eyes he missed so much. Usami smiled, his lips, his eyes, everything on his face just looked bright.
"Shall we head home now? Together?"
Swallowing yet again another round of crying from being overwhelmed, Misaki stood and took the extended huge hand to him. He held on to it tightly, their fingers tangled together. This time, they could walk side by side without hiding. They could stand without looking down. And the best part? They didn't have to pretend anymore.
They were hungry. So much hungry for each other that even if they wanted to talk, words weren't just enough. They were in a state of hunger more than ever.
The undeniable need and want to taste each others flesh was there. To have the scent and warmth of each others' skin that felt like an extension of both their bodies. It was hot. It was intense. And they just kept the silence as they listened to their own pulse drumming inside their systems.
The right hand man of Usami just drove quietly. It was as if he had become one with air. Despite that, the two people in the backseat of the car just looked straight ahead. Their fingers intertwined with one another.
Usami squeezed the small, soft hand inside his. Misaki squeezed back. Usami squeezed once more. Misaki did the same. It was almost a comical scene as they kept squeezing back each others' hands. But there was one thing both of them knew. That each fingers in place with the spaces between their own hands, they fit perfectly. Like they were a part of a puzzle and they were the pieces that make it whole.
Both knew the ache and want, because though they were squeezing back the hands in a cyle as the car drove the past midnight roads in silence, they could feel the heavy trembling in both hands. The queezing back act was like how they wanted to be reassured that they were finally sitting next together. That this wasn't a dream or hallucination. That finally they could walk out the world hand in hand. That they wouldn't let go. Such knowledge were still too heavy that they could only crave for one another's presence to be sure that everything was real.
Misaki looked up the familiar exclusive condominium. He was there that morning anyway. He was there in that empty flat feeling like an empty shell.
"Have a nice night, Usami-sama...Takahashi-kun..."
The old man had opened up the door for Usami, and the man not letting go of the hand locked in his, he pulled the teen out as well.
"Thank you Orihara-san. See you later."
The elevator ride was silent yet it wasn't awkward. It was the silence of something coming. Silence of screaming emotions they didn't know anymore where to put.
Both men just looked at the blinking lights of the floors they had passed. Their hands tightly holding each others'. And finally, the elevator reached the top floor. It rang with a sharp "ding". And when the doors of the mechanical lift opened, the hurry and impatience took over as both of them walked briskly towards the empty flat.
When the door closed and locked automatically behind them, all reasonings were left outside.
In haste, Usami had pulled Misaki's face to his and instantly devoured the soft, sweet lips of the teen. Misaki was in no mood to act coy. Or even if he was embarrassed as hell, he knew he couldn't anymore deny the fact that he badly wanted to be connected with this man biting on his lips.
They kissed. They bit like hungry beasts. Tongues pushing each other. The intensity of their lip locking made their lips raw. The strings of saliva dripping from the corner of Misaki's lips showing the desire that was pent up far too long. The teen swallowed all Usami had given him. And it drove Usami to his limit.
Misaki pushed Usami a little away with one hand. "W-wait..."
"I can't anymore, Misaki..." the man began taking the moists lips of the teen once more. However, the passionate kiss he was expecting didn't come and instead a pinch on the arm was what he got.
"Aww...that hurts..." he muttered in a deep voice oozing with desire.
"I said wait..." Misaki frowned. "I'll have to put this down, right?"
Usami almost laughed at the stupidity of the situation. He was all to carried away he had forgotten that Misaki was still carrying the heavy golden trophy.
"Now...where to put it?" Misaki mumbled as he looked around. There was nothing to place the trophy to. Not a single furniture was there. It was only the seemingly never ending polished wooded floors of the now empty living room that the teen could see. The huge glass sliding doors, curtainless, allowing the brightness of the early morning moon enter the dim flat.
Without choice, Misaki decided to just put the trophy on the floor.
Gently, he placed it down. The moon's rays shining on it was giving it a different feel.
When Misaki stood once more, he saw his Usagi-san watching him in the middle of the room, his body under the hypnotic lights the night was giving.
Without any second thoughts this time, Misaki ran to his man, eager to share body heat and everything and share emotions actions could only convey.
In the middle of the empty living room, under the moon's light, before Misaki's Golden Note Trophy, they did what lovers do.
It was a mystery to Misaki how a kiss could be both blissful and destructive. The sensations in his mouth was ticklish, wet and dirty as if Usami was actually trying to show Misaki what they would be actually doing, thrusting of the tongue to claim him. A preview of the main act. Destructive because it made him throw all reasoning. With only his thin white long sleeved shirt as his back's protection againts the floor, his back felt cold.
"It's been a while..." Usami whispered on Misaki's flushed ear while his hands were carressing the lenght of teen's arm and leg. "It's going to be quiet painful..."
Misaki, to Usami's surprise licked the side of his neck. The wetness made his skin crawl.
Raising his small hands to cup the face of his man, Misaki stared deep into the pair of glinting lavender eyes. "What are you saying...baka...don't worry Usagi-san..."
Throwing all self consciousness, Misaki moved his lips closer to the man's ear, his breath flowing inside the sensitive skin. "It's not just you who want it...I want it too..." Never in Usami thought that Misaki, would have the courage to bite the lobe of his ear. He was quiet speechless and struck at the act. When Misaki faced again Usami, the teen had a sweet, smiling face despite the fierce flushed skin.
"...I want it...very badly."
He slipped his cold hands inside the half open white polo shirt of the teen while his other hand was supporting Misaki's head. He started fondling with the sensitive bud with his expert fingers, circling the pinkish area until it started to swell.
Misaki's both hands were carressing the older man's chiselled biceps. As if just his own way of saying carry on. And in all honesty for Usami, it was the major turn on to feel Misaki's hands touching him.
Deeply red, Misaki couldn't stop lustic moans from his raw lips while his lover kept on sucking the tip of his ear. The wet sound of Usami's tongue, the kiss on his ear and his hairline and the sensation on his chest was already too much he felt like something inside him was about to explode.
"We'll do it really slow...I want to eat you slowly..."
It was only a whimper as Misaki's response after Usami had yanked open Misaki's shirt with some buttons falling off and sucked on one nipple. Licking it, wetting it, pressing on it, nibbling with it while the other hand was busy teasing the other unattented bud of sensitive nerves.
With every whimper and moan Misaki let out, Usami's ministrations began to feel much fiercer.
The lips feasting on the already swollen red nipple went lower. The strong muscle traced the flat and smooth skin of Misaki's stomach. His left hand began touching Misaki's cock that was already hard just from being toyed on his chest.
"I feel...weak..." Misaki whispered, his head turning left and right at the overwhelming pressure on his erection.
Usami looked at Misaki for a moment, his smiling face behind shadows looking so mysterious and erotic.
"It's fine. All you have to do is feel good..."
The teen arched his back at the light peck the older man gave, licking off the pre-cum oozing at his tip.
Misaki's head was blank. He was thinking of asking where the man got his skills for doing it, but the moment Usami swallowed his erection whole, the electricity from his lower half had shut down the thoughts on his upper body. Misaki's hand reached for the silver head in between his legs and grabbed the locks in his fingers.
The teen's shut eyes opened wide and he abruptly sat, causing Usami to look at his lover in confusion.
"What's wrong?" Usami asked, trying to reach the shocked face of Misaki.
Instead, Misaki kneeled before him and tilted his head to the side.
"I swear I remembered seeing blood earlier...I just remembered from all the stuff...but..." Misaki tilted Usami's head left and right, up and down with Usami having a happy smile on his face. He licked the collar bone of the teen showed before him and Misaki pulled back with a worried look.
"You have a wound...on the left side of your head! Usagi-san...! Let's go to the hospital!" Misaki shrieked.
"What are you saying now at a time like this?" The older man grabbed Misaki's narrow waist to his body, allowing the boy to feel how hard and needy he was.
Misaki gently touched the man's cheeks with his trembling hands. "But you're hurt..."
"It's not a big deal. It just bled but it wasn't serious."
Misaki scowled. '"I don't want you getting amnesia or something, Usagi-san!"
Hugging the teen tightly, their chests pressed together, both could feel their hearts thumping in unison. So hard and violent that it felt like their hearts were beating as one.
Playful and amused, Usami reached for Misaki's nose and pinched it lightly. "Aren't your imagination being too wild? I'm not going to get an amnesia because of such a small wound."
Swatting the hand on his nose, Misaki wriggled his slim arms around the man's neck. "Still...I'm worried..."
The tips of Misaki's nose had reddened. He looked so cute clinging to Usami like that with a pink nose that Usami had the urge to kiss it lightly. "I'll go tomorrow, provided you come with me..."
A hand slid down from Misaki's smooth back down to the teen's pert bottom and squeezed one of the soft flesh. "For now...let's continue...no more commercials anymore...okay?"
Misaki grinned, resigning to the wish of his lover. And still the innocent young boy Misaki was, the teen brushed his lips on Usami's lightly and clung desperately as the cold hand began teasing his entrance for preparation.
Panting, gasping, wet sounds, with only the two of them inside the living room with no other things to absorb whatever sound they were making, the sound felt and sounded much louder and crisp. It wasn't even just Misaki who was about to lose his mind, but the older man who was leading couldn't almost stop himself from just plunging himself into the boy. That was how eager he was to finally claim the most precious person in the world for him that had gone off for a very long time it felt eternity.
And yet he held back. He wanted Misaki not to feel any discomfort. Sex between lovers was supposed to be both desirable on both sides. And Usami was never going to allow himself forget Misaki's welfare. The teen was as tight as a virgin, he had to loosen him up properly or else, his cock, engorged just by looking at Misaki's blissful face would never be able to fit.
Misaki lost count of the minutes he felt the thrusting inside him. They were short and gentle and calculating. Stretching him more and more, he moaned. It was the most embarrassing thing in the world but he had no qualms at revealing every inch of his body to his lover. He even thought his scrawny body was nothing compared to the toned and chiseled body of the older man. Yet he bared it all.
Growing impatient, Misaki raised his upper body, his elbows on the floor.
"Usagi-sa...enoug...just...just...do...it..."
Misaki wasn't being helpful at keeping Usami's desires in check. He just put a spark on the already burning flame, and Usami gave in.
Both Misaki's legs were raised on the older man's waist dripping wet from sweat. Misaki could see both their ragged breathing take form in a light puff of smoke that instantly died away to be replaced by another.
Usami and Misaki looked straight into each other. No one looking away. And even if there was a slight picture of discomfort on Misaki's face, the teen just stared on. Feeling the hardness and the hot sensations about to enter him, Misaki remained looking at the pair of eyes. His mouth opening in a gasp when finally Usami was already sheathed inside him.
Stretched to his limit, almost to the breaking point, Misaki gasped. His fingers digging on Usami's arms as there was no bed sheet or pillow to hold on to.
Misaki couldn't help himself from shedding a tear. Despite the slight pain, the feeling of being filled with the one he loved was the most satisfying and fulfilling of all.
Leaning over Misaki, Usami brushed the wet hair of the teen plastered on his forehead and kissed the boy. The older man's tongue went in, tracing the depth of Misaki's mouth and just like in everything, Misaki opened up for Usami to take.
"I love you..." Usami whispered on Misaki's parted lips. His warm breath carressing the skin that made Misaki's muscles below clamp tightly around Usami's cock.
Misaki smiled, the traces of the previous hard kisses visible on his red lips. "Love you too..."
At the words of his young love, Usami began thrusting into Misaki again and again. His slow movements had picked up pace and before the two realized it, they were running after their breaths, both of them connected body and soul feeling the pleasure of everything.
As Usami kept on pushing up on the teen's delicate body, Misaki had unconsciously been biting on Usami's shoulder. It was hard and quiet painful, but it had a different effect on Usami. It drove the man crazier and hungrier as if his hunger would never be sated.
Misaki's moans began rising in volume too. With every thrust, Misaki's guttoral moans became more passionate and it was all music to Usami's ears he wanted to hear more. More of Misaki's moans and whisperings so bad.
"Misaki...are you alright?" Usami asked in between his own grunts.
The teen nodded, furiously blushing. "Usagi-san...you...you're getting bigger inside me..."
For a moment, Usami just stared at the gasping mess laid before him to devour. With fiercer thrustings, Usami swept the boy's lips under him and grinned. "You don't know what you seriously do to me..."
"Ahg..." As Misaki was being rocked, the teen's had almost squuezed everything out of Usami, the moment Misaki came. It only made Usami felt like he was really going to melt.
"So good inside you...Misaki..."
The teen thought he was seeing things as he saw the shimmer of something wet at the corners of Usami's eyes. However, the tears dropping on Misaki's cheeks weren't a product of Misaki's imagination. They were real tears from Usami as the man kept on marking his way inside Misaki's body.
Sniffing, Misaki hugged the man tightly. "It's alright...I'm here..."
Weak from having his orgasm, he desperately clung to Usami's neck while the other one kept on moving, hitting that spot Misaki could feel himself getting turned on again.
The teen didn't know how much and how many times he came, he was all into a different world when Usami Akihiko was inside him thrusting his way deeper into his body and soul.
When Misaki opened his eyes, he thought he had died from too much pleasure that night. Instead of the expected ache on his back, surprisingly , his back felt good. The teen blinked a couple of times before finally having his brain register what was going on.
"Last night we..." Misaki blushed just at the thought of him acting so shamelessly. But the thing that rendered him really speechless was the bed he was on, the furniture around him. The morning sun up in the sky.
"Where..."
Misaki slowly stood, the white blanket wrapped around him.
"This is Usagi-san's flat...what's going on..."
"Up already?" the voice broke Misaki's train of thoughts.
Looking behind him, Usami was there, standing so beautifully in his robe after taking a shower.
"Usagi-san...what's happening?"
"Did you like it? I had Orihara-san haul back all my things back in here."
Misaki gaped in awe. "Tha-that fast? How-how come I didn't notice?!" Misaki could only imagine Orihara-san, the old man swish and swoosh a wooden stick and everything that just went to its place.
Usami walked closer to the teen and grinned a mischievous smile. "Well you were sleeping like a log. Didn't want to break your rest after all the thru-"
"WHA! Don't say it out loud!" Misaki backed away.
Still smiling, Usami cocked his head. "But your tigh-"
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Usami laughed a hearty laugh at the small bundle that ran away from him. After some time, Usami walked towards Misaki sitting in a fetal position on the huge water bed, the blanket covering him.
"Say Misaki...I think you better prepare now..."
"Huh?" Misaki peeked from the sheets.
"You have a Sonate briefing..."
The mid afternoon was fierce, but Misaki's shriek was fiercer. "Ahh...I'm going to be late!"
The teen jumped off the bed towards the bathroom. He was about to open the glass doors when the teen threw a glance at Usami who was already drying his hair with a white towel.
"Uhm...Usagi-san?"
"Hmmm?"
"Are...are you coming with me?"
Usami threw the towel and took his robe off revealing his naked body in broad daylight to Misaki. The teen looked away, his heart in his throat.
"Of course I will..."
"But..." Misaki mumbled looking at the knob and not at the man. "They took you out from Sonate..."
The man raised his head to Misaki's direction and Misaki met his gaze. The smile on Usami was so pleasant Misaki felt like his heart would burst any moment. Usami didn't say anything. But Misaki knew already the answer.
"So they must have probably begged for Usagi-san to come back..." Misaki ran the shower and sighed happily. "I'm glad..."
The moment he passed the full body mirror, Misaki almost broke the glass with his scream. He was all covered with hickeys almost every part of his neck and chest, even his thighs have hickeys on it.
"That baka-Usagi..." Misaki frowned at his body, though he couldn't stop himself from blushing.
Ignoring the traces of his lover on his skin, Misaki resorted to wearing a turtle neck that day.
Notes:
Whoa...smut is *blushes*...i try to avoid them whenever possible! uwaaaaaah! im so embarrassed...hohoho
this story isn't done yet if you are asking. there should be a proper ending...and we still don't know what Io would do.^^
still thanks for the time and kind words.
FYI: Shōwa Period is the period starting from 1926 to1989.
this is a question from skadalex.: where can we compare Ijuuin Kyo and Usami Akihiko as composers?
i'd compare Ijuuin Kyo to Nobuo Uematsu, he's a very well known composer! If you know Final Fantasy series...he's the one!
and for Usami Akihiko, the composer I could probably think of is Joe Hisaishi.^^
both of them are legendary people in anime compositions and other songs.^^
they're not young anymore but talent wise they're superb^^.