"Fuuya-san!" Adam declared making the customary bow before hugging the small Japanese man happily.

"Adam-san, it is an honor to see you again," Fuuya replied. "Who is this young man that accompanies you?"

"This the brother I was telling you about," Adam stated, putting an arm around his brother and pulling him close. "His name is Joseph."

"Joe for short," Joe added, giving his brightest smile and glancing at his brother momentarily. It faded slightly when his eyes fell on Fuuya once more. There was something in the little old man's eyes that disturbed him; he decided however, to wait until he was alone with Adam to say anything about it.

"Come inside," Fuuya nodded, sliding the door open even wider to allow his guests inside. "I have already prepared a room for the two you. Please rest as dinner is prepared."

Adam discarded his shoes neatly by the door before entering the house, and Joe followed suit. Fuuya led them to their room, giving Joe one last admiring glance as he slid the door closed.

"Adam, can I talk to you?" Joe requested once the door was shut and he was sure they were alone.

"Sure, what about?" Adam replied, propping himself up on his elbow as he was already laying on his mat.

"About Fuuya-san..." Joe started, not sure how to put his discomfort. "Where'd you meet him?"

"I got really sick while visiting here," Adam answered. "Fuuya is really an excellent medicine man. He took good care of me."

Joe nodded, and decided that he must have been imagining things earlier. After all, a man who saved Adam's life couldn't be bad.

Fuuya looked through his herbs and medicines. His mentor had taught him everything there was to know about the healing arts. There were some things, however, that he had learned elsewhere, things that his teacher would definitely disapprove of. Fuuya had only used a couple of them, and only to test their effects.

A moment of doubt flickered through Fuuya, until the handsome young face of Joseph Cartwright flashed through his mind again. Fuuya had to have him, no matter what he had to do to get him.

"I'm going out to find us a new home," Adam stated as he pulled his boots on. "I'd ask you to come with me, but Fuuya-san has asked for your help with his herb garden. Apparently it's grown quite a bit since I've last visited."

"Do I have to?" Joe asked, a pleading look in his eyes. "I wanted to get a look around Osaka."

"Don't worry; I'll take you sight-seeing another time," Adam smiled. Pulling Joe down by his shirt, Adam planted a quick peck on the younger man's mouth. "I'll be back for lunch."

After Adam had slide the door closed, Joe became aware of a presence making its way slowly towards him. Turning towards Fuuya, a sense of dread filled Joe's stomach, but he gave the best smile he could muster.

"So about this herb garden," he mentioned. Fuuya grinned slightly and nodded.

"Ah, yes," the old man agreed, "This way please. There is much to be done."

Fuuya became weary sooner that Joe did, being a good forty years older. Joe insisted that he could keep working, but Fuuya insisted that since he had to take a break, Joe should take one too. He produced a tea pot and two cups, pouring an equal amount for the two of them.

"Thank you, Fuuya-san" Joe said, taking his cup gently in his hands.

"Green tea is good for the body and the mind," Fuuya stated calmly, looking at his garden. "You work hard, Cartwright-san. You must take care that you do not wear yourself out."

Joe began to sip the tea, noting an unusual flavor in it that he had not expected. Never having drunk green tea before, Joe assumed that this was the natural taste. He finished the cup diligently, noting Fuuya seemed to have drunk his own rather quickly.

'Perhaps he's just used to the taste,' Joe thought. Deciding it was time to get back to work, Joe tried and failed to get on his feet.

"See what I mean?" Fuuya chuckled. "You're more tired than you realized."

"No, I'm fine...really," Joe protested, his voice lacking conviction. Once again, he attempted to stand with no avail. The old man pulled him closer with a strength that Joe had not anticipated. A wrinkled hand felt his forehead before Joe had time to pull himself fully out of Fuuya's lap.

"You have a fever, Cartwright-san. Perhaps you should lie down," Fuuya offered paternally. Joe murmured an incoherent acceptance, attempting to drag his body towards his bedroom. Fuuya intervened, grinning at the boy's inability to move with any sort of grace at that point. The drug certainly acted quickly. By the time he had carried Joe into his room, the young man was too dillusional to know where he was or who was carrying him.

It was almost mid-day, and Adam would surely be returning soon. Fuuya acted quickly, only undressing from the waist down before doing the same to Joe. Using a lotion that he that he made himself, Fuuya prepared Joe as quickly as he could.

The first thrust was rough, as Fuuya went in to the hilt. Taking a moment to gather himself, Fuuya began to notice that Joe was not as tight as some of the others had been and raised an eyebrow. Apparently the young Cartwright was not a virgin as he had assumed. That mattered little, though, as Fuuya's need took over his self-control. Moving out slowly, Fuuya began to pump into the youthful body beneath him. Joe muttered unintelligable phrases, thrusting back in his delirium.

Fuuya ignored the noises coming from below his body, but smiled as his lover of the moment began to thrust back into him, bringing forth more pleasure that his body wanted. Fuuya was so intent upon thrusting that he did not hear the front door slide open and closed. Neither did he hear Adam calling for his younger brother, not even when his own name was called. Until his orgasam swept over him, Fuuya did not even notice Adam standing in the doorway of the room, glaring down at him and Joe. Before Fuuya had a chance to say a word, the door slammed shut, soon followed by the same sound coming from the front door. Adam was gone.

TBC