AN: The End! Thanks to all my reviewers, every single one of you, for making my first Legal Drug story so successful. It only took me forever and a day to finish, and thankfully the story ends on a very happy note!
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The Pygmalion Effect
Chapter 8
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Whenever the wind blew, Kazahaya thought of his sister. He had not disappeared so easily, like dust and dead leaves. His sister had feared for him, why, he wasn't quite sure. Her appearance in the vision wasn't something strange. She came every once in a while, even in his dreams and always in his thoughts. What was she doing right now? What was she thinking? Her powers extended to places where they were needed, and so, she was never confined like a bird like Kazahaya had.
Trapped and lonely in a hellish Eden.
Her soul was as free as the wind, and so, Kazahaya forgot to worry about her. He had found his way into the arms of Rikuo and figured that his life couldn't get any worse when his big, possessive boyfriend was around.
Really.
Really, really…not.
A pressing worry, plagued him. He worried so hard that it made him sick.
Saiga wasn't helping, Kakei only smiled, and the one person who might have offered some solace was the cause of his trepidation.
Kazahaya spent restless evenings with thousands of butterflies in his stomach. He waited for the inevitable hand to pull him to bed, lure him with kisses, and finally trap him at the point of no return. Kazahaya waited and waited, but Rikuo only made dinner and talked to him. They kissed a little and went to bed. Kazahaya was sure Rikuo would initiate the sex, but as the days passed, Kazahaya wondered if he should go ahead and jump Rikuo's bones (so to speak). Unfortunately, he didn't know how to go about the whole thing and he let his horniness wash away and assumed that Rikuo would eventually take the lead as he always had in their blooming relationship.
So, Kazahaya waited and worried. The more he thought about "it" the more he wanted "it." The curiosity was getting to him. Cold showers conflicted with Rikuo's touches. He couldn't, no wouldn't, didn't know how! He didn't know how to tell Rikuo (in less simpler words) to just do it and get it over with.
Kazahaya groaned out loud. His eyes darted around quickly to see if anyone had heard the crude noise. Sighing, he continued to work on his aisle, stocking various things like he always did during the work day. Rikuo was off on a small side job and Kakei was in his office. The customers were thin today and Kazahaya relished the solitude that gave him time to think.
"Was that...longing I heard from your pretty lips?" Kazahaya dropped a bottle of aspirin as Saiga snickered and patted him on the back heartily. "What's wrong boy? Spook ya?"
"Saiga-san!" Kazahaya's hand held his heart.
"Sorry kid. You looked like you were in some deep thought." Kazahaya turned back to his work.
"Yeah, well, I was."
"Thinking about Rikuo?"
There was an uncomfortable pause. "Yeah." Kazahaya's hand shook as he tried to place bottles of pills on the shelf. Saiga waited patiently as he waited to hear what was in Kazahaya's heart. His whole body screamed uncertainty. Finally Kazahaya asked, "Can I ask you something?"
"Ask away kid." Kazahaya turned and sheepishly looked up into Saiga's sunglasses. The black reflective lenses made a blurry reflection. He didn't want to look at that so he looked away.
"Rikuo and I have been...well, we haven't been, um, yeah." Kazahaya's pale cheeks blushed fiercely and his throat suddenly died. He feared he would never be able to speak again for fear of the words coming out of his mouth. He almost felt his feet move like they wanted to run away with the rest of his body just tagging along, but Saiga was already saying "Oh, I see," and rubbing his chin in a clichéd and unnecessary sign of thought. Kazahaya knew he was doing it to pretend "as if" he didn't know the answer to his horribly unasked question.
"So you guys haven't done it yet." Saiga leaned in and whispered in Kazahaya's ear, "Have you tried asking him?"
"W-what?" Saiga chuckled.
"He's playing you. Making you squirm. You're the uke and he's the seme, but see, he's trapped you in a game of cat and mouse. You're the mouse and he's the cat, but he wants the mouse to eat the cat...see?"
"..." Kazahaya's mouth was agape. His lips were parted ever so deliciously. If Rikuo were here (Saiga guessed) he'd be all over his pretty boy.
"Okay, let me explain it less stupidly. Rikuo always kisses you right?"
Kazahaya nodded yes.
"Do you ever initiate kisses?"
He thought for a moment and surprisingly, he said no, he'd never actually started a kiss.
"See, Rikuo wants you to kiss him for once. If you guys haven't slept together yet, maybe it's because Rikuo knows you aren't ready if you can't even give him a kiss on your own. It's probably not a conscious thing he's doing, but it might be something to consider."
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Not conscious? Try completely methodical and manipulative. Rikuo was, as Kazahaya already knew, very patient, and now he knew the game had begun in earnest. Rikuo would smirk, kiss him on the mouth and leave it at that to go read the paper. The kiss on the mouth gradually moved to the corner of his lips and then to his cheek. God, Kazahaya's mouth wanted so much more but he was embarrassed to reach out and grab Rikuo like some love-sick, clingy creature. When they slept, and it was often in the same bed, they held each other tightly and touched each other intimately.
Rikuo changed that as well. Touches were stopped right at the moment of pure pleasure. He was pulling Kazahaya deeper into the game; Kazahaya felt that he was being baited only to be caught by a monster with a devilish smile.
Saiga sure had great insight.
When it was all becoming too much to handle, Kazahaya decided that his pride and embarrassment were very small prices to be paid for Rikuo's love.
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Rikuo knew something sinister was being planned when Kazahaya made sushi for dinner. He usually cooked things that either took five minutes to make on the stove or things that he could throw in the oven and leave for a while (only to remember there was something in there before it burned).
Rikuo swallowed a bite and said, "This is really good, Kaza." He smiled when the comment lit up Kazahaya's face.
"Really? Really good?"
"Yeah. Did it take you long to make?"
"Uh, not really. I enjoyed making it."
Sushi, among other things. Suddenly Rikuo was served chocolate cake for dessert. It was dripping with chocolate sauce so sweet that even Rikuo's accustomed teeth hurt from the sugar. Each bite, better than the last, sent waves of saliva down his throat. He felt he would explode if he ate one more piece but he managed to force down a few more precious tastes before his stomach absolutely refused more. Kazahaya seemed utterly pleased that Rikuo was enjoying his cake; he proceeded to clear away the table as Rikuo licked his fingers like a kitten.
Rikuo slipped behind Kazahaya as he did the dishes and wrapped his arms around his waist.
He whispered in his ear, "What are you doing?"
Kazahaya giggled at the tickling sensation of Rikuo's breath. "Doing dishes, duh."
"Hmm. Why don't you do them later?"
"Because." Kazahaya kept his hands and focus on the suds in front of him.
"Are you trying to avoid me?"
"I'm not avoiding you. You're right behind me Rikuo."
"Do the dishes later, okay? I want some more dessert." Rikuo nuzzled Kazahaya's sweet neck and tasted him quickly with a small kiss.
"I thought you were full. You'll be sick if you eat more."
"I want you for dessert," Rikuo replied. The tiny smooch turned into an open-mouthed suck, kiss, and bite at the same time. He made no gentle movements and trailed his lips from neck to ear, to a little exposed shoulder and back around again. The dish Kazahaya held dropped into the sink; his knees almost gave when Rikuo grabbed between his legs and pressed him hard against the counter.
Rikuo's voice rasped so deeply that the sound sent a shiver up Kazahaya's spine.
He said simply, "Now" to accentuate his desire.
"A-ah Rikuo, not in the kitchen." Rikuo spun Kazahaya around and ignored his wet soapy hands. The slight quiver in his voice put a happy smirk on Rikuo's face. He didn't want Kazahaya to be afraid, but the nervousness would make this really fun.
"Why not in the kitchen?" The smaller boy smiled and said that he didn't want his first time to be on the kitchen table. Kazahaya told Rikuo, very defiantly, to let him go so he could finish the dishes.
With a quick, devious smirk, he added, "And I want to take a quick shower."
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Rikuo lay in bed and tried to read the newspaper. He flipped the pages without taking a glance at the words or pictures. He twitched angrily when Kazahaya came in the room and lazily sat on the edge; his eyes and body were indifferent to the man staring at him with undisguised desire. He tussled his damp hair with his fingers and released the intoxicating odor of berry scented shampoo.
"You said," Rikuo started, "that you were taking a quick shower."
Kazahaya sighed. "I decided to take a long, hot bath instead." Rikuo mumbled something under his breath and tossed the paper on the night stand. Kazahaya flopped on his back and stared at the ceiling, the little patterns he saw swirled and led his eyes around and around hypnotically. He actually felt a little tired and he could have fallen asleep right there had Rikuo not jarred him awake with a soft nudge.
"Hmm?" Rikuo positioned himself above Kazahaya and blocked his view of the patterned ceiling.
"Are we going to do this?" he asked.
"Do what?" Kazahaya asked innocently. Rikuo smirked and kissed his nose.
"Whatever you want."
"I want to go to sleep, Rikuo." Rikuo watched Kazahaya's lids flutter dangerously.
"R-really?" Rikuo rarely stumbled over his words. Kazahaya smirked and rolled on his side and sighed deeply, rather melodramatically.
"Yes," he said, with another sigh, "I'm so tired. Making all that food just wore me out...and the hot bath."
"Yeah, cooking can be tough." The flat tone in his voice was evidence that he wasn't convinced, and he added with a poke, "Come on Kaza don't go to sleep yet."
Is it my imagination, Kazahaya thought, or does Rikuo sound desperate? Wow, he is desperate, he's poking me!
Poke, poke, poke. "I know you're awake Kaza and I don't know what kind of game you're playing but I'm really, really…really…"
"Horny?" Kazahaya finished the obvious end and flipped over to look Rikuo in the eyes, his gaze so intense that Rikuo was taken aback at the abnormally forward behavior.
"Oh..." Eh? Rikuo thought stupidly. Kazahaya relished Rikuo's expression as it turned from surprise to a focused lust. The boy was easily amused and let out a soft chuckle as Rikuo took initiative and rolled over his very, very, soon-to-be lover. Rikuo looked into Kazahaya's eyes and knew there would be no going back. He was already too hard and hot, too in love, and too afraid to let the moment go. Rikuo felt his rock hard erection push down onto Kazahaya's on its own, it knew what it wanted. In that touch, the tip jerked as it itched for movement and validation that this was real. He licked his lips when Kazahaya gasped at the contact. His pretty, pretty eyes widened when Rikuo sought out the private place between his legs. Rikuo heard Kazahaya whisper his name as Rikuo pulled back his hand and placed it properly on the actual flesh. He had never touched Kazahaya's body like this before, and the boy under him, truly a virgin despite the rape, inhaled and exhaled whimpers with each gentle up and down palming of his cock.
A little groan was jerked from Kazahaya's lips too soon. Rikuo had known he would try to keep himself modest during the orgasm, pathetic as it was...then he reassured himself that when they were properly coupled, he would make more than little moans come from Kazahaya's lips.
The crude thought slipped from Rikuo's mind when his lover twitched uncomfortably under him.
A flush had settled on his cheeks. Embarrassment? Maybe a little. Kazahaya couldn't keep eye contact with the boy who had just jerked him off. Rikuo smirked and kissed him on the cheek. He pulled his hand from Kaza's pants and kept the creamy ejaculate in his hand. Rikuo quickly escaped to the bathroom and washed the pearly stuff from his fingers. He hurried back to bed and found Kazahaya sitting up on the headboard with a dull look on his face. Rikuo thought very suddenly that he shouldn't have left the bed so quickly after such an attack. Knowing Kazahaya, he probably thought Rikuo found him inadequate or that he had gone to the bathroom to jerk himself off.
Yeah, thinking that he couldn't do it for me, thought Rikuo.
"What's with that look?" Rikuo asked casually as he sat on the bed. Kazahaya sighed and said nothing, but he did turn his eyes to Rikuo. They were calm and focused.
"You're not having a vision are you?" Rikuo waved his hand in front of his face.
"Wha--no. What are you talking about?" Kazahaya knitted his brows.
"You just looked a little out of it."
"Oh." Another blush crept up Kazahaya's cheeks. "I was only thinking about...it."
"Sex?"
"No. What you just did." Kazahaya went mute and he swallowed thickly to prepare for the next words, "I liked it," he said in a dark whisper.
These were not the words of an embarrassed virgin.
Kazahaya said quickly, "I want to do it to you." His fingers twitched in anticipation.
Rikuo smirked. "I bet you do…"
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