Part 4
Hiroshi and the Watcher
A week into my 'vacation' I sat at my small kitchen table, drumming my fingers over the wooden surface, admiring my apartment which was now, spotless.
I was so utterly bored that I cleaned every inch of the place and now found myself looking for another project to keep me occupied. I had watched most of my favourite movies, cleaned my entire arsenal, and made a point of loafing around in my underwear. All I went out for was for food and beer. My phone had rung a few times, once was Judy's lawyer the other was Sakano asking questions about certain business matters.
I did call NG a few times, but Tohma called me back and said if I did it again, he'd extend my 'vacation'. Hrmph. No one from Bad Luck had called me.
I guess they were giving me my space I thought and yawned lazily...dammit! All this having nothing to do was making me lethargic. Maybe exercise would do me good, I thought. I could go for a run through the park down the street. Yeah! I could already feel the blood pumping in my veins and I hurried to find my pair of black track pants, the ones with the white stripe down the leg. I got dressed, zipped up my old, grey college hoodie, and slipped on a pair of sneakers that hadn't met the light of day in years. With my hair already tied up, I grabbed my MP3 player and left my apartment. I walked the whole way there so I could warm up my muscles—God forbid I pull something and end up limping home. I snorted at the absurdity.
It was early evening so the sun was just starting to set, which made it calm and quiet seeing as most people were going home to supper and families. It was spring so it was still a tad cool, I was glad I wore the sweater.
I found some Billy Idol tracks to listen to and took off running at an easy pace.
From one end of the park and back, I ran off all the steam I felt boiling inside me. The chaos in my mind didn't seem so bad anymore. I felt I could reflect without feeling so defensive right now. Even the events at Violet's seemed to become something I could scoff about now. So what was a little kinky place to get a spanking, it was nothing, nothing at all... I laughed out loud at the memory as I ran still not ready to give up just quite yet.
But then my thoughts shifted and my mind focused on someone unexpected, Hiroshi.
I came to a sudden halt, my breathing steady and hard. I felt butterflies in my stomach, just as I felt each time I thought about him, which was into the thousands by now. As much as I tried to not make it an issue, he haunted me as well as that mysterious watcher. Ever since that day Hiro tagged along with me and we had lunch together, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I grunted and took off running again, feeling spurred to run myself into the ground if I had to, to quell these thoughts. I truly felt like my sexuality was at stake here and it had me reeling.
Was I depraved?
Was I lonely?
Was I on the rebound?
There is no way I could be bisexual! No way that I could be attracted to either of them, Hiro or the watcher. Maybe Violet, the watcher, Yuki and Shuichi, Hiro...maybe they planted the seed in my mind and now it was taking over like a body snatcher, like some kind of parasite. Cloning me to be someone else, a new life that looked like me but was really a gay clone.
What am I so afraid of...?
The question was always lingering in my mind. Would it seem like I wasn't a tough guy no more, because I might actually like the feel of another man's lips on mine? That's so stupid! I ran even faster, everything before me a blur...my heart pumped so hard I couldn't even taste Hiro's name on the tip of my tongue anymore.
I couldn't even hear the music from my player...I just ran full force.
But my body began to protest, my lungs burned, the muscle in my thighs were threatening to seize. And that's when I stopped and I screamed! All my frustrations came pouring out of me.
A few people stared at me but quickly turned around and rushed off the opposite way. I didn't care. I sunk into a hunch and placed my head into my hands, catching my breath. I calmed down and stood back up. I had to keep moving or I wouldn't be able to get back up. I began to walk back to the other end of the park. I ripped the earphones out and indulged in the evening silence. I don't understand why I'm letting stuff get to me; I have to stop acting like such a pansy. I scoffed at myself. Just admit it Claude, you have a little crush on Hiro.
Maybe...just a little.
I smiled.
Wow! Damn...I felt really good now!
I was drenched with sweat, oxygen flowing through me—that lethargic feeling now dissipated. I forgot how invigorating running could be and made a promise to myself to do it more often. Feeling better than I had in days, I headed for home. I ran up the stairs two at a time and walked down the hall, but I stopped and blinked.
There was someone leaning against my door. "Ryuichi?" I said, "What are you doing here?"
"K!" he sang cheerfully, "Ooh, you went running. Did you have a good time?" the suave Nittle Grasper singer asked me, eyeing my clothing. "This is a good look on you...you look all hot and sweaty."
I chuckled. "It was great; I blew off a lot of steam. What brings you here?" I wondered and noticed Kumagoro clipped to his belt. I scanned him over and I had to say Ryuichi was aging with perfection, I felt a bit jealous. He was only four years younger than me and looking pretty good in his tattered jeans and loose button-up shirt.
"Can't I come visit my old manager, or aren't we friends anymore?" he asked me with a touch of hurt on his voice.
"Of course we're friends," I said without hesitation.
He smiled brightly. "I heard you got put on vacation against your will, so, I thought I'd come by and see how you were doing," Ryuichi offered.
"I'm bored out of my mind, that's how I'm doing. Come on in," I told him and he pushed himself off the door and allowed me to open it.
He followed me inside and ran to my fridge, "Got any soda?"
I laughed at his blatant intrusion, his nose in my fridge and arse in the air. "Sure bottom shelf."
"Want one?"
"Sure," I took the can of soda and popped it open and drank half the can in one go. We stood in the kitchen, me a perspiring mess. "I should take a shower. Do you mind?"
"Of course not, me and Kumagoro will snoop through your movie collection," Ryuichi said and bounced off to my livingroom.
I shook my head, smiling. Silly Ryuichi, but truly I was thrilled to see him. Quickly, I went to the bathroom and stripped out of my sweaty clothes and turned on the faucets. I tested the water with my toes, it was at a nice hot temperature and I stepped in and sighed languorously—wicked nice. I soaked my hair and frowned when I realized I'd forgotten to take out the damn hair tie. It would be a pain now that my hair was wet. I struggled with the hair tie when I felt a draft flow into the room. But I shrugged uncaring, to content in the deluge of warm water to bother. Closing my eyes I moaned with delight, truly feeling tranquil for once. I managed to remove the tie and tossed it out of the shower aimlessly. I reached for the shower gel and began to soap myself, taking my time, even scrubbing my face.
When I turned to wash the soap off, I felt a pair of hands snake around my midsection. My eyes flew open, soap got in them and I instinctively reached for my gun, but stupid me…I'm naked! No gun.
I spluttered into the spray to get the soap out of my eyes and spun around and gaped. It was Ryuichi!
"Sssh, don't say anything, just let me alright?" he said his voice low and soft.
My head was spinning, my breath felt hitched in my throat. I couldn't say anything anyways. Swallowing hard, I let my eyes soak up Ryuichi's naked masculine form. Long limbs, smooth, tight stomach and a raging hard-on—everything a Nittle Grasper fan would kill to see...I squeezed my eyes shut and found my voice again.
"Sakuma, I'm not…we can't," I stumbled, my face burning red.
"K, don't give me that…you need me. You can't hide it," he whispered gently, playing with the wet hair trailing down my back.
I could feel his wet body pressed against mine, I sighed without control. Oh man, this isn't happening! I can't be getting turned on by this. But my dick about-faced; it twitched and ached with treacherous want.
"Why me?" I murmured. I never knew Ryuichi had a thing for me.
"I was feeling lonely tonight and I thought about you. I wanted to touch your hair...it's so pretty, like gold corn silk," was his explanation. "Pfft, I've told you that tons of times, silly."
I rolled my eyes. Yeah...Ryuichi *blush* liked to play with my hair, even when I was his manager. I even let him braid it once because he thought it would be fun...
He continued to play with my wet hair, combing fingers down my back where the hair ended at the base of my spine. Fuck, it felt good. It felt so good that I suddenly felt a wave of guilt. My mind abruptly went to Hiroshi and then the mysterious watcher from Violets. Even though I had no idea who the man at Violet's was...
Ryuichi's pleasurable attack on me continued. I wanted to put up a fight but I couldn't help myself. I soaked up the touches and the kisses, I needed them so badly. Tomorrow I'd worry about it, tomorrow, I'd feel the infamy.
Leaving myself behind, as if I was stepping out of my own body, I threw myself into the spiralling, bottomless pit. My eyes closed and my hands began to move, I felt into Ryuichi's hair, glided my hands along his backside. I moaned softly, he really did feel so good.
This encouraged Ryuichi and he lifted his mouth from my neck. I stared at his wet, parted lips. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes as his lips found mine.
He kissed me...
My world bent on the axis, everything felt as though it went in slow motion. I felt every nuance; I could hear my own beating heart, feel each droplet of water beating off my shoulders. I whimpered, the debate of my torment still arguing with me. I opened my eyes and for an instant I saw Hiroshi looking back at me. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes wide and almost broke away, but stopped...I—I wanted this. I wanted to kiss Hiroshi more than anything I realized. I squeezed my eyes shut again, hoping to keep Hiro's image behind my lids. Suddenly, I was kissing back, kissing with an untapped urgency. I could feel his tongue, mmm, so warm and wet and soft in my mouth. I mewled, feeling his hands run over my body, over my ass.
"Ooooh…Hiro…" I moaned and realized what I just said in stark revelation. Had I said that out loud?!
Ryuichi froze and pulled away, gaping at me with sheer amusement.
My eyes focused on the soap dish.
"Heee heee heee!" Ryuichi squealed, "You have a crush on Hiro-kun!" I looked at him then, he had a huge smirk on his face.
I couldn't exactly share his enthusiasm. "I'm sorry…I can't believe I just did that—that was rude of me," I heard myself rambling a little hysterically.
"K, really it's alright, I won't say anything. I'm not in love with you or anything. I just wanted some nooky and thought I'd come over here and break your cherry," Ryuichi said mischievously and giggled.
Eh…?
Break my cherry...
The look on Ryuichi's face—I couldn't stop myself I started to laugh. I laughed so hard it hurt. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Ryuichi began to laugh too. Here we were a couple of twits, completely naked and in my shower, laughing.
"Oh, man you kill me! Here I was for the last two weeks worrying that I'm a depraved pervert, wondering if it's against my nature to feel attracted to a man, and you just decided to come over here—out of the blue—and break my cherry, huh?" I said like it was some grand scheme to convert me with fairy dust or something. There was no doubt that Ryuichi would just decide something like that spontaneously. He was just that sort of person anyways.
"I was just doing what I felt like," Ryuichi answered simply.
I nodded and decided to spill my guts about Yuki and Shuichi.
Ryuichi began to snicker evilly. "Oh, you caught them too?! I wondered if anyone else had. They think no one knows, but, I've seen them go at it a few times. It's fun!"
I gaped. No way! Ryuichi was a pervert too...I couldn't measure the amount of relief I felt with this acknowledgment. Still, it wasn't like I was going to go looking for them again in the recording studio, once was enough.
"It's alright K, why do you worry so much? Just do what makes you feel good, that's what I do. Don't fight it, if you want Hiroshi, go get him. Just let it go," Ryuichi murmured next to my ear.
So I did, I let it go, point blank. I shoved pass Ryuichi and ran out of the bathroom and out onto my tiny balcony. There, I yelled out to the whole world while dripping water all over the floor, "I'M GAY!!"
"Good for you!" I heard a sarcastic voice come from down below where a group of guys were hanging out on park bench. One of them gave me a thumbs up, they all snickered.
Hrmph, they'd pay for that later. Too excited to pay them much mind I turned to go back inside, but Ryuichi was at the patio door, totally naked and chuckling at my nonsense.
"I believe the word would be bisexual," Ryuichi corrected me and grinned, "The best of both worlds."
I hadn't thought of it that way. "Um, so, what happens now?"
"I didn't know you actually liked someone. So...I don't want to take your first time away from him," he explained, watching me closely.
He had a point. If we fucked it would just be for carnal pleasure, which isn't a bad thing, but I did call out Hiroshi's name after all. "Yeah, I understand. But you were willing to have me before that and steal my anal virginity," I teased, smirking at him.
Ryuichi grinned back slyly, "Yeah I was, and it's almost a shame that I won't get it either. You have no idea K...Hiro is a lucky guy."
I waved him off goofily. "Well, I'm not sure what to say except, thanks," I told him sincerely. Truly, Ryuichi only understood honesty and he came in for me when I needed it most.
"Go finish your shower, I'm going to get dressed," Ryuichi said.
"Okay," I answered softly.
I returned to the still running shower and washed my hair before I got out this time. I found a fresh towel. After drying off, I tossed on a bathrobe and wandered into the livingroom.
Ryuichi wasn't there. I called out, but he didn't reply, I checked the kitchen to see if he was busy raiding my cupboards. That's when I noticed a note on the fridge…
I snatched it up and read...
Stole a soda for the road. K go find yourself. Don't live life in the dark…live it under the spotlight!
Luv Ryu and Kuma
Spoken by a man that literally lived under a spotlight, I thought wryly. I smiled at the poorly drawn dragons and the smiley faces he'd decorated all around the note. But inside I knew he was right. I placed the green sticky note back on the fridge.
I still felt a little fear about all this, though. I didn't feel brave enough to confront Hiroshi about how I felt yet. What if he just laughed at me? But Ryuichi's words on his note rang over and over in my mind. Find myself, eh? Hmm...
Quickly, I dashed to my bedroom and pulled on boxers and pair of jeans, tossed on a crisp button-up white shirt and grabbed my brown leather jacket. For the heck of it, I wore my sneakers again. I ran out to my car before I gave myself the opportunity to talk myself out of it.
I drove to Violets.
This time I ignored the hookers and took a deep breath and went inside. It was quiet like the first time I came here. I walked into the sitting room area, tonight I noticed a quiet, demure looking Japanese man sitting on one of the couches. Then I saw Violet and all her imperial glory, her eyes widened with surprise at the sight of me, but her face quickly softened to a smile.
"You came back. I knew you would," she claimed pragmatically.
"I think I understand what it is you do here now. Is the same watcher here tonight? Can I see him?"
"Delightful, yes, yes he is. How intriguing…" she stated thoughtfully.
"I want to find myself and tonight I finally realized this place could help me," I told her honestly.
She smiled brilliantly this time and nodded with understanding. "My, my, already you demonstrate an altered persona, please follow me sweetie."
We took the same route as before, down the stairs and into the dismal hallway with six doors. Again we stopped at number five. I handed the woman my gun and she once again put the blindfold over my eyes. I took another deep breath. I don't know why I thought that this place would give me answers, but I somehow felt this was the place to be.
I was led inside and guided to that old wooden chair.
I sat.
I waited.
There were no sounds for a few solid minutes. I started to tap my fingers noisily under the seat of the chair.
"Stop that."
It was him, the watcher. I ceased the tapping and didn't oppose when he strapped me to the chair once more. My heart pounded in my chest, partly from the unknown. This time was so different. I came here very willingly and gave no resistance.
I wondered what Hiro would think of this, but I didn't want to think about that, couldn't. He'd probably be appalled. Wait, I'm not even dating him or anything, but the loyal side of me felt conflicted. This place, though—I somehow felt as if this were my testing ground, a place to test new flavours, a way to find the courage to actually confront Hiro. It really didn't make any sense, but I had nothing to lose. I didn't even try to stop the smile that came to my face.
"You seem kind of happy tonight. A contrast from last time you were here," said my watcher incredulously, his voice still muffled like—damn! I wish I could see his face!
"Someone inspired me tonight and I want to find myself, so here I am," I explained, remembering not to talk out of turn. Even though the thought of getting smacked didn't seem to bother me as much this time, because I was willing to accept that it was part of the game. My grin turned into a smirk.
I heard the man 'hrmph'. And I listened to the footfalls of his heavy boots stop in front of me. I raised my head slightly as if facing him, I knew he staring at me.
"Inspired, eh?" he went, "I can't imagine who could produce this kind of miracle," he said, amused. "But I must admit I feel a little jealous."
I blinked rapidly behind the blindfold. I couldn't help but revel in the fact that my watcher was jealous! Nya, nya. "Well, I...I have him to thank for making me see how stupid I've been, for seeing that love with man is no different than love with a woman," I said in a rush.
Suddenly I heard something snap, like a stick being broken over a knee. I jumped!
"Did you have sex with this man?!" growled the watcher.
I gulped at the tone of his voice, "No…I couldn't—he couldn't."
"Why?"
"Well, I like someone else. Heh, I called out his name in the middle of it...it made everything so perfectly clear," I answered carefully.
There was a long, dreadfully painful silence.
Finally, I heard him shuffle around me and come to a stop from behind. "This 'someone', are they someone close to you?" he asked as his fingers began to pull out my ponytail gently.
I stiffened. "Yes, I work with him..." I hesitated, wondering if I should just spill or not. But I was so excited to be sharing my revelation that I just ploughed on ahead. "He's talented and smart; he has a great sense of humour. He's gorgeous...I never seen a guy with grey eyes like his before. But the funny thing is—I never really noticed him like this until recently. Maybe it was because I was married then...I had no reason to stray and I wasn't looking." I couldn't believe how I was blabbering on so freely.
The hair stroking stopped. The man let out a small, "Heh."
"Do you really know him, K?" he questioned me.
How was I supposed to answer that? "I'm sure he has his secrets, don't we all?" I countered.
"Indeed we do," he replied. "So why don't you tell him how you feel?"
"Oh no, I can't. What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he just laughs at me?" I wondered. I didn't want to admit but I was terrified of telling Hiroshi.
"Oh, I don't know about that," said the watcher smugly. "Maybe he likes you too and wants to touch you like this," he murmured and brushed a gloved hand over my cheek and then ran it down my front.
I shivered and closed my eyes. I could only wish Hiro would touch me that way.
"Maybe he's been thinking about you for a very long time," the mysterious watcher suggested. "Maybe, he wants to do all kinds of naughty things to you." The watcher chuffed wickedly.
Oh? I chuckled at his remark. I felt something being dragged over my thighs and up over my chest, then glide over my face. It felt like a bunch of soft laces and as I inhaled I caught the scent of leather. A whip! Probably the cat-o-nine type...heh, I'd seen it on T.V once watching some dirty late night movie.
Goose bumps formed over my skin.
But listening to this man, I wondered what my fascination was for him. Was it the mystery of it all, the impersonal approach? His alluring tone, or the way he was making me feel, it was so hard to deny. "But our ages are so far between. It would be wrong of me." It was a nagging thought I hadn't been able to ignore.
"Age is a number, a useless number. Love has no limits," he replied. He stepped away and I heard his footsteps come around front again. In fell swoop he sat over my thighs, straddling me. He leaned into me and whispered, "I kind of like older men."
Oh gawd!
"You're so beautiful, but I can make you hurt," he promised sweetly. I can sense his face only a breath away, hear his own breathing rushing against the mask, feel his arms resting over my shoulders and holding onto the chair back behind me. Behind my blindfold my eyes are wide and blinking rapidly.
"I thought this wasn't about sex?" I heard myself ask despite being wrapped up in this sensual moment.
"Who says we're having sex? I want to reward you for being brave enough to return to me," the man says in a sultry voice.
I have to admit this guy is driving me crazy. I want to touch him, but I can't move my arms. Damn. All I can do is let him make the moves. "I guess this is better than a sticker in my school book," I teased, making fun of myself. I smirked lightly to the face that was so close to mine.
"See how easy things are when you're not fighting with yourself, K?" he asked and ground himself against me. "I'm so horny right now…I could just fuck you right here against your will, and you couldn't do a damned thing about it." He chuckled roguishly. "I could make you beg…" he purred in my ear.
Holy hell in heaven, I think I might blitz in my pants. I couldn't say anything, I just concentrated on breathing. Mmm, and his scent was nice; once again it gave me the feeling of déjà vu. It seemed familiar somehow. Then the watcher was still for a moment, but I heard faint rustling in front of me, straight ahead. He was touching his mask. What was he doing?!
I flinched when his lips touched my face, he kissed my cheek, my jaw in a gentle languid way, I couldn't help it, I moaned at the intimacy.
"Is this being unfaithful to Hiroshi?"
The man chuckled and replied airily, "Nah, I'm sure he won't mind."
I wasn't entirely sure about that but I was here to find myself and I was going to do it! Broaden my horizons and all that crap. I was going to find the courage to tell Hiro how I felt. Maybe I could just hold Hiro at gunpoint and force him to listen to all I had to say. I contemplated...it might be easier that way. Mmm, then I could keep him prisoner, my hostage, and take him every night. I almost giggled at my sinful thoughts. But my attention returned to my watcher who was breathing next to my ear.
"Would you like me to kiss you?" he asked with slight playfulness, drawing a leather fingertip over my lips.
I quelled the thoughts that my watcher was a beastly man. In my mind I pictured him handsome, lean...sort of like Hiroshi. I nodded, 'yes'.
"Good, but first you have to endure a little pain for it, like a good boy," he whispered with glee.
And so the game began.
His hand loosened the restraint across my chest and undid a few buttons on my shirt. Then with an un-gloved hand I felt him slip it under my shirt and over my heaving chest. I sighed at the contact, until his fingers pinched my nipple.
"Oww!"
"Mmm, that's it. Beg me for that kiss," the watcher's devilish voice went and slid his hand to my other nipple and twisted it assiduously.
I didn't want to give in so easily, so I grit my teeth and held in my grunt of pain. But instead of being turned off like I thought I might, I felt my cock twitching against my watcher. I bucked my hips up as if to say 'Give me all you got!' But no pain came and the man strapped me to the chair again.
I felt him wash his hands across my face and into my hair, "I've waited for this moment for such a long time, and now, you're all mine," he murmured so softly I barely heard it.
"Please…" I begged.
"Yes..." the watcher approved before his lips touched mine ever so delicately. I heard his breath hitch as if I'd shocked him…I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and kissed him back.
Gradually our mouths began to move over each other, the kiss becoming more urgent. It was glorious, hot.
"I want to come," he whispered breathlessly over my lips.
The watcher was grinding against me, his hands now gripped into my hair, the chair squeaking in protest beneath us. I moaned at the friction and opened my mouth for more. At once he invaded and our tongues slipped over one another. I knew that if we didn't stop this very soon I might come too. But stopping seemed out of the question as I drowned myself in this stranger's kiss. He tasted so good and I drank him down, let him hump against me.
There was no control and I felt myself on the verge of crashing. "Oh, K-san," the watcher straddling me let out in a shaky whimper, clinging to me as he shuddered, fingers griped almost painfully in my hair. His pleasure sounds made me lose it and I let out jagged breaths as I rode my own climax like a wave.
"Wow," my watcher panted, huffing with disbelief, "I don't know what came over me. That was awesome!"
I decided right now wasn't a good time to point out that I thought that this wasn't about sex. Instead I rest my head back as if in defeat, who was I kidding?
The watcher got off of me and said, "You know, normally I don't allow a seeker to see me so soon but I want you to."
Whoa! I was going to finally see who I've been talking to! I felt a bit nervous all of the sudden. Was I going to lose all the anonymity of this now? Slowly, I felt him untying the knot behind my head—the cloth fell to my lap and I blinked. My eyes adjusted to the dim light and I stared at the looming dark figure in front of me. Little by little, my eyes focused and I could see a man in a long, draping black cloak, hood up and hanging mysteriously over his forehead, facing my direction. I guessed he was looking at me as I stared at the mask on his face, a full-faced inky black number. It was like the kind you see at one of those masquerades. I searched for his eyes, but they were hidden in the shadows of the mask, the light so poor in here that I could barely see them, except a tiny spot of light reflected in his pupil.
I tore my eyes off of him to search out the source of that light. In the corner of small room, which I noticed resembled the hallway outside, bare stone walls and concrete floor, I saw a tall gothic candlestick bearing three thick white candles.
But my eyes flashed back at my watcher, who stood as still as stone. I let my eyes travel over his form, over his taut chest that I realized was totally bare underneath the cloak that was loosely knotted at his collarbone. Finally, I took in the black leather pants that fit like a perfect pair of jeans and the heavy engineer boots on his feet.
The man before me looked deliciously fierce, menacing even.
I felt relief to see that he wasn't a Bigfoot at all, but someone with a really hot body at least. I sighed thankfully seeing as I'd just finished making out with him. He swished something in his hand and my eyes darted to the whip held tightly in this gloved hand.
"Consider this a privilege," he said from behind the mask.
"Doesn't really make a different, does it? I still can't see your face. But, I do dig the getup." I dug it alright, eyeing the man's tight navel and chest again. "Are you going to get in trouble for showing yourself to me?" I wondered, looking up at his masked face once more. He wasn't as tall as I had initially thought.
He scoffed, "I hope not. It's not a good idea to displease the mistress."
"Yeah, I sorta overheard…once," I offered quietly, remembering the first time I came here.
"You know our conversations are being observed," the watcher said.
Really? I looked around; sure enough there was a camera in the corner of the room. How kinky I thought. I wondered if the old woman got off watching. "Heh, well let her watch if it turns her crank."
"I feel no shame so it doesn't matter if she watches or not. Actually," he came a bit closer, "It kind of turns me on. Sometimes, the people that come here come only to watch us."
"You mean…someone other than Violet could be watching us too?"
"Could be," replied the watcher.
My eyes shifted around uneasily, my face burned. I just came while someone watched me?!
"It doesn't bother you at all?" I questioned, exasperated.
The watcher came to kneel in front of me, his hands on my knees. "It takes some time to get used to...I've only been here for two weeks. But I didn't find it so hard to do, it's not like I've done this with any other seeker before, you're my first." He chuckled as if he'd allowed himself a slip-up tonight. "You just turned me on. I blame you entirely."
I let out an incredulous huff. I glanced around uneasily again.
"Forget about them," the watcher insisted, standing back up. He began to walk around my chair. "I'm sad…I barely got to thrash you tonight."
I guffawed. I watched him swish the tails of the whip, drawing them over my legs each time he moved in front of me. I wished I could see his face, it was driving me crazy! This whole surreal endeavour was boggling yet so intoxicating.
Suddenly our time was up, I heard Violet's voice.
"Wow time went by so fast!" I cried.
"It does when you're having fun," he replied cheekily.
The man unbuckled me from the chair and I stood. I yearned to touch him, but I knew I wasn't allowed to. I headed for the door and got whipped across the ass. I yelped, grabbing my left cheek and spun around on the cloaked figure that was standing cross-armed, twirling the whip in his hand haughtily.
"Goodnight K, don't be a stranger now. I'm here three nights a week, Thursday to Saturday unless something comes up," he said.
"Can I see you tomorrow?" I asked still rubbing my smarting tush.
"I'd be heartbroken if you didn't."
I gave a soft chuckle. "Goodnight…whoever you are."
"Say hello to Hiroshi for me," he sang.
"Um...yeah, I'll be sure to get right on that," I replied mockingly and left the room, my laughter following after.
Reviewers:
lil1diva - Wee! Thanks for your reviews! Haha, yes Hiro can flirt. Haven't you noticed that in the anime and the manga? Lulz! It's what I love about Hiroshi, he's smart, sexy, he has balls, and he can be the sweetest, most loyal guy! What a package! Ahem, right, so thanks again for the lovely comments!
kayakun - Nya! Your POV comment makes my DAY! NIGHT! YEAR! When I think of writing in K's POV I don't think of elegance at all lol! I'm so happy you feel as if K is narrating -squee- Thanks for your comments hun! -ambush gromp-
secret25 - Hehe! I love a blushing K too. And he totally blushes in the manga...tis so cute lol!! Manga K is SO much better than anime K, oh yes. Wee! I'm glad you're still enjoying the fic...wonder what people will think of this chapter -cough, snort, cough- XD It's the cold medication... Thanks hun! Oh...and this fic is 6 chapters. Only two left.
bitbyboth - I know! K on vacation on his will, he didn't even get himself suspended or something cool like that XD Funny tho, it wasn't Hiro that came by to visit :P Lots of odd things happened in this chapter lol! Thanks for reading hun!
Nanamii-chan - Hiro has some kind of courage as that watcher, eh? But I know -I- enjoy it lol! XD Not to worry K took care of himself...falling over himself with hot guys on his mind XD Teee! I read your ficage...going to review after I finish here. Much love for your thoughts!