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Chapter 85: Lies and truth
The familiar sound of flapping wings woke Kisho up from his shallow slumber on a tree branch. He opened one eye and stared at the dove. Dove… Not a hawk or falcon so it meant the letter was a private one. He watched as the winged-animal hopped to his lap and extended one leg.
"Good girl," he murmured patting her head before opening the letter. He read the missive written by his otousan then scowled darkly. His parents wanted him to return to Konoha for his brother's wedding. There was nothing wrong about that except that Akemi's partner wasn't Makoto but Chie.
Hadn't he left after creating a spark between the two? Hadn't he seen it with his own eyes how close they had gotten and how much time they spent with each other? Did Akemi lead Makoto on? That bastard! He had fooled him- Kisho. How stupid of him. He shouldn't have underestimated the master of the game but how was he supposed to know that the game he was playing was also right into Akemi's alley. Damn. He had hurt Makoto who he only wanted to be happy.
Makoto. The coffee-freak. The man who looked, sounded and acted asexual or like someone who wanted to be celibate forever. At least that was what he thought until that time. It had been a surprise to hear that his friend had focused his beautiful purple eyes on Akemi without glancing his way. And although it hurt, he had offered to help him for a simple reason that if he couldn't have Makoto to himself then at least let his partner be someone he knew.
And dammit! Did it have to be Akemi? Why must his brother have everything? Ah now he remembered. Akemi was perfectly perfect. Aside that he inherited the Uchiha looks and the Uzumaki charms, he had brains, skills and talents. Among the four of them, Akemi was the most intelligent and most attractive. Dammit!
He looked at the letter and noted the date. He still had six days to work on his anger before going back to Konoha to smile and all. He looked around. Now, where was the missing-nin he had been following since an hour ago?
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The man looked like a deer that had the misfortune to bump into its predator- wide-eyed and frozen. In a brief moment, he recalled the conversation he heard while spending a night at a discrete tavern.
"Konoha had let out one of its beasts to go after missing-nins and seems like it has no plans in calling it back."
"Rumors have it that his promotion was so fast that he is the object of envy and scorn among his peers and comrades."
"They said he wears a crimson red mask with three white whiskers engraved on both cheeks."
The other man scoffed, "They? You mean his victims? He spares no one so unless dead men tell tales-"
His friend brought his mug to the table hard. "He? How do you know he is a he? Dead men tell no tales!"
And what was a friendly discussion ended up an all-out fistfight between two drunk friends.
He checked the description. Red mask with six whiskers engraved. Certain that it was indeed the beast, he gulped and fled as fast as his chakra-powered feet allowed him.
Running away was either an act of cowardice or bravery depending upon the situation. And his dictated that it was an act of courage. He cursed his luck and life itself. His crimes were as heinous as those of an ordinary bandit- plunder, steal, rape and kill so why the hell did he have to encounter the fearful beast? He took a second to look over his shoulder to find no one. He focused his gaze back ahead of him and let out a pathetic 'eep' as he spotted his predator leaning against a tree a foot away from him.
And even though he couldn't see the face behind that bloody mask, he knew the hunter-nin was smiling, judging from his voice as he spoke.
"Exercise before death isn't necessary."
Damn! Would pleading for his life be considered an act of courage?
"Fight, mister and I might let you go."
The man gulped.
"Fight me with everything you have."
He sweated.
"Fight me or else-"
The man lunged forward.
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Kisho realized that death and sex hadn't completely gotten rid of his anger especially the moment he saw his brother smirking.
Akemi's smirk widened as he saw Kisho. He greeted him in an infuriating voice, "Welcome home, Kisho."
"I'm home, oniisama," was the curt and edgy reply. The last word was coated with animosity.
The older Uchiha didn't look surprise when he was slammed to a tree. He calmly looked at the hands that were holding a fistful of his shirt. "What did I do to deserve such lovely reaction from a great hunter-nin master?"
"You fucking led him on!" Kisho snapped. His blood was boiling and his chakra simmering.
Akemi maintained his innocent façade. "Led who on? Refresh my memory, will you? I have so many victims that I-"
"Makoto!" A furious Kisho watched as a look of acknowledgement dawned on his brother's fucking face.
"Ah yes... Mako-chan..." Akemi looked immensely amused as the hold on his shirt tightened at the affectionate way he was calling the brunette. Moving his face closer to his brother's, he breathed, "I asked him to be my whore."
Disgust, disbelief, anger and horror made Kisho stumble away from him. "You wouldn't," he murmured, his ebony eyes pleading at the same time showing that he was in throes of denial. His brother wasn't this cruel nor was he even corrupted. What made his brother like this? Selfishness?
A smug Akemi straightened the creases of his shirt. "I did. Being my whore is the next best thing to being my wife, don't you think?"
Fucking insufferable son of a bitch.
With hot air swirling around him, the younger Uchiha snarled, "I'll kill you." He became even more irritated when his brother just arched an eyebrow, daring him.
"Go ahead. I won't even lift a finger to stop you," Akemi replied in an eerily calm voice.
Despite the increase of the intensity of the hot air around him, Kisho didn't budge an inch. He looked slightly alarmed when a dangerously calculative look dawned on Akemi's neutral face. His experiences in the wilderness couldn't exactly help him when he was facing this side of his brother. He couldn't exactly pinpoint the reason why he was scared of him. Hell, he was more than scared of Akemi than of Yuuzuki.
When Akemi took a step forward, his body tensed, whether to fight or flight he didn't know. He felt fingers gliding on his left arm before they lightly gripped his wrist. Second later, something cold and hard was pressed against his palm and Akemi gently led his fingers to clutch around the object.
"You now have a kunai and its point is brushing against my chest. All you have to do is to thrust." And Akemi dragged the last word to a sensual whisper.
Kisho gulped. Akemi made everything easy for him. It was just one thrust and yet his fingers trembled. He never felt so small and inferior in his life and his previous confrontations with his brother never made him feel this way. What was Akemi up to? Why was he being twice more creepy?
"You can't, can you?" Akemi asked few seconds later. "If I were you, I'd convince Makoto to decline my offer rather than giving empty threats. Or if you want, I can invite you to watch our threesome, Kisho-chan." With that said in breathless anticipation, he sauntered away from the shocked blonde to go back to the manor. As he made his way across the trees dividing the training area and the manor's backyard, Yuuzuki gracefully and soundlessly dropped beside him.
"Quite a show you put up there with Kisho, Akemi," he said, his hands inside his jeans' back pockets.
Glancing slightly to Yuuzuki's side, he replied, "I take it that you like it."
"I did until the part you taunted him to kill you." The Uchiha heir rolled his eyes at the other's recklessness. He knew that if Kisho really desired to kill him, he would without batting an eyelash or thinking of the consequences. "Have you forgotten that there won't be a wedding if the groom dies?"
Akemi chuckled. "Everything was taken into account so your worry was unnecessary."
"As expected of the master," the older commented dryly.
The younger man let it slide. "It's a pity we won't be able to watch the climax only the conclusion."
Yuuzuki sent him a disapproving glare while pitying Kisho who had become a pawn of their brother's game. "You're enjoying this more than you should."
"Making our siblings suffer by our hands is such a thrilling past time, right?" The younger man asked in an accusing tone, remembering those times he had suffered at Yuuzuki's pranks and teases.
"I don't know what you're talking about," was the reply made in a voice too innocent to be true, making him snort.
The two didn't look surprise when a thundering sound exploded from a particular area of the training ground causing birds nearby to flee.
"It's about time for him to snap from his stupor," Akemi commented.
Yuuzuki sighed knowing how displeased their chichiue would be when he would find out that one of his trees now bore the brunt of Kisho's wrath.
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Akemi's wedding was solemnly held at the garden of the Uchiha manor one breezy afternoon. The reception was then held inside the main residence. At his parents' suggestion, Akemi had sent a wedding invitation to Chie's family. However, Lord Sakuma ignored it and forbade anyone of them to go or send any form of congratulations until his councilors butted in. The lord ordered his oldest daughter to attend the ceremony and party as a diplomatic obligation considering that it was the wedding of one of the hokage's sons. She obeyed the lord's order but for another reason- she wanted to wish her sister the best.
As she watched the Akimichi couple, who were acting as Chie's parents, thanking the visitors together with the Uchiha couple, she couldn't help but hate her father.
As usual, Kisho had surrounded himself with the fairer sex but his attention on them was only half. The remaining half was busy thinking about one person.
Although it had been two days since his frustrating encounter with Akemi, he hadn't able to meet or talk with Makoto who according to Kazushi was on a mission. But his object of attention managed to arrive just in time for the ceremony to begin. And judging by his fatigue appearance, Makoto had hurried home to see Akemi exchanging vows. Was he a masochist? Damn. Why was Akemi so lucky? He was so jealous that he had to control his urge to strangle his bastard of a brother during the ceremony. The second the ceremony was over, Makoto was gone and Kisho wondered if his friend had been there in the first place or had it been his imagination only?
When the party was in full swing, Makoto appeared once more and went straight to the buffet table. Unfortunately, Kisho who had concluded that it had been his eyes playing on him, hadn't noticed his presence until one female stooped to pick her fan while providing the drop-dead gorgeous lad an ample view of her full breasts. By then, Akemi had approached the coffee addict and steered him outside by the elbow.
I asked him to be my whore.
With a smile and a promise to return, Kisho excused himself from the flirting ladies. Unfortunately and much to his growing frustration and building anger, a lot of people had stopped him on his way outside to ask him about his adventures as a hunter-nin or flirt with him. Why was there a sudden increase of his admirers? Was it because Akemi was now married? Obviously.
After what was like an eternity, he finally reached the door. He let his gaze swept the lawn and saw them. The two seemed to be in a heated verbal exchange. But he couldn't hear what was being said and he knew if he would move closer within hearing range, they would stop. Even in the darkness, Kisho could feel his brother's gaze on him and he was certain a smirk was on his lips. Did Mako accept his brother's offer? Was he too late?
After a few whispered words, Akemi walked off to another direction avoiding Kisho.
Black eyes watched as Makoto stared at the retreating figure with a look he assumed to be longing and suddenly, everything made him sick.
"What does Akemi-nii have that I don't?" he asked the moment he reached his friend.
Makoto almost jumped out of his skin. "Kisho!" he said with a strained smile. He frowned when he noticed pain lurking at the edges of midnight black eyes. "What's wrong?"
The blonde slightly shook his head and in a dangerously and uncanny quiet voice said, "The blood that runs through his veins is similar to mine so what does he have that I don't?"
"Nothing," he answered although he had no idea why they have this conversation all of sudden.
"But you..." want him, he finished quietly. "I can be Akemi." And he showed it through henge.
"No, you couldn't be him. You two are different, Kisho." His amethyst eyes looked sincere and it shattered him more.
"I can make you forget about him."
Makoto was annoyed. What was wrong with Kisho? And why was he so determined in making him forget his brother. Scowling, he said, "Look, Kisho, I don't-" His eyes widened as lips were desperately pressed against his, swallowing the rest of his words. It took a few seconds for his brain to register that Kisho was kissing him. Was the lad out of his mind?
Contrary to what the purple-eyed man was thinking, Kisho was still in full control of his thoughts and senses. "I'm not Akemi but I'm an Uchiha," he whispered to the still-shocked man before taking his lips once more and this time passionately.
Makoto pulled away, his hands on Kisho's shoulders. He looked at his close friend who was kind enough to do this for him and then his purple eyes glinted calculatingly before he breathed, "Yes, make me forget... make me forget about A- the world." Without further ado, he meshed their mouths together, both men an active participant.
The newly wed ran along the petal-covered street that led to their renovated house in the Uchiha district, their mellow laughter and their friends' encouragement and best wishes trailing after them. Naruto watched his son and daughter-in-law until they completely disappeared into their house. Feeling sad and happy at the same time, he walked inside to join the guests who had remained even after the send off. Noticing that the supply of wine was decreasing rapidly, he was about to get more from the kitchen, when pain exploded in his abdomen. It was still dull but it had made his eyes watery. Still maintaining a straight posture, he calmly swept his gaze across the whole room, his blue eyes looking for his husband's figure out of panic. He had to find him before the pain would reach its peak.
He sucked in deep breaths and carefully wiped the sweat beads gracing his face. He bit back a moan as pain intensified. He felt like he was being slowly sliced open with salt-coated dull pocket knife. Alone, he stumbled back to the lawn and in pain, he didn't notice the pair of eyes following him.
Naruto leaned against a tree, his form bent forward as he felt food making its way up. He felt even more nauseous when nothing came out. He could slightly taste the sourness of vomit but nothing came, not even a drip. It was as if pain constricted even his throat which was now parched.
His nails dug the tree's trunk as mercilessly as pain pounded inside him. A part of him wanted to give up; to ask death to visit him right rather than suffer this unbearable pain but he couldn't break his promise with Sasuke. That was the only thing that stopped him from killing himself. Out of nowhere, a hand held a glass of water to him. He took it and greedily drunk the lukewarm liquid.
He straightened gingerly and turning around, he said, "Thanks, Sasu-" He trailed off and the glass fell to the grass-covered ground as he stared at piercing emerald eyes. "Gaara..." he breathed, his blue eyes dark with panic.
The kazekage looked smug, aware that both of them knew that the game was over somehow and it was Naruto who lost.
"Spill," was the humorless and impatient order. The redhead took a step forward and Naruto one backward. Two steps more and the blonde was trapped between his friend and the tree.
"I'm waiting... patiently," Gaara said but the hard glint of his eyes told Naruto otherwise. "Naruto." This time his voice was dripping with danger.
"Kyuubi," was the whispered reply and not long after, Naruto was confessing. Neither of the two had noticed the small bug on one branch above them flapping its wings but never leaving... not until Naruto finished his confession.
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Any words needed and wanted to be said melted at the onslaught of pleasure between Makoto and Kisho. Clothes were quickly shed, pushed and dropped to the floor of Kisho's bedroom.
The blonde let out a deep guttural moan as his erection pressed against Makoto's the second they fell on his bed. He looked at the older man feeling insecure all of sudden seeing how those amethyst eyes were stirred with something he couldn't name.
Was he... Who was Makoto seeing now? Who was he thinking of at that moment?
Those questions of doubt and insecurity vanished when Makoto buried his face against the junction of his neck and shoulder and murmured the blonde's name in a sinfully seductive whisper.
Kisho shivered at that voice that held too much of everything. No woman had ever made him feel this needy, dizzy, weak and wanton. Everything Venus-sama taught him and every response she programmed in his system were all deleted one by one until he felt like it was his first time tasting the sweetness of pleasure and of foreplay.
Makoto wasn't faring better, he could tell. The man's lack of experience was displayed with his kisses and touches but it didn't kept him from moaning. Every caress and every response were raw and random. There were no thoughts or calculations just plain instincts, dictating and demanding. Makoto was all over him, kissing and touching. And God, it felt way too good. He lay there completely in bliss of having this man have his wicked way with him.
No consequences of what would happen if Akemi knew he had touch his whore came to him because tonight, Makoto was his to touch, to taste, to pleasure... to make love to. He didn't dwell on the past nor think of tomorrow. None of that mattered but this night when he was Makoto's and when Makoto was his. Completely... unquestionably.
He shuddered when hot breath fanned over his hard-on before he was engulfed by warm and wet cavern. He mewled observing how hotter was Makoto's mouth compared to his past partners. He lifted his hips wanting more. He keened when he was deep-throated. Seeing too many colors at a time, he wondered if what he was feeling could still be called pleasure when it was too much... when it was more than that. Was there even an exact word for this?
"Makoto," he breathed slowly... softly.
Makoto drank the sight before him making him harder, if that was possible. The blonde was beautiful more so when he was writhing with pleasure... pleasure he created. He let one of his hands massaged Kisho's inner thighs before doodling shapes and patterns because his responses were encouraging at the same time addicting.
He continued his suctions, varying its pressure every now and then. He knew the blonde was close judging by the tension of his muscles and of his erection. He gave one strong suck and let go making the other cry out in protest.
Kisho's ascension to the top was delightfully smooth that he thought his climb to the peak would be quick so when the wicked mouth stopped giving him the necessary force, he was jolted back to reality and let out a cry of protest. So frustrated was he that he didn't feel fingers gliding to his cock while hot breaths made a downward trail.
His half-coherent demand came out as half-gasp and half moan when Makoto pressed his tongue against his perineum before teasing it in a way that made Kisho boneless.
After a couple of jerks on his penis and teasing his perineum, Kisho came harder than ever before and oh dear God, the bliss was beyond words and imagination.
When he opened his eyes, Makoto was above him licking his fingers clean. He returned the foxy smile amethyst-eyed man was giving and pulled him down to lick the specks of semen on his cheeks and on the side of his mouth before he kissed him. Both of them groaned and deepened the lip lock knowing what they wanted but not knowing how much. They parted gasping. Kisho found himself under the intense gaze of dark amethyst eyes and he was lost. He couldn't name the emotion that colored the edges of those orbs. But it made him shiver with delight because gone was Makoto's predictability and transparency replaced by vagueness that made Kisho wanted to hold the man for eternity.
Makoto carefully traced swollen lips before he silently asked, Can I?
Kisho reply was just as silent. Only if I'll be the top in the next round.
The older teen chuckled before he began to run his hands and mouth everywhere noting how smooth his skin was and how responsive his body was to his touches.
Kisho's touches faltered when one slick finger entered him, slowly moving in circular motion trying to be as gentle and less uncomfortable as it could.
He forced himself to relax especially when another finger was added, stretching him farther. His heart clenched when he saw his partner's face crunched in control. His eyes drifted to the man's groin and felt himself shivered in anticipation. Could he sheath that? He melted right there and then when a particular spot inside him was touched. He could feel electricity rushing through every fiber of his being and he wanted more. He wanted more of that pressure but not with fingers… he wanted something hot… something hard… something bigger and better.
He opened his legs accommodating the man who whispered in warning before he pushed in, causing Kisho to arch his body like a tight bow.
A reverent oath was ripped from Makoto's throat as he found himself surrounded by tightness and heat. He wondered if he could last long when everything was too much and too good. He brushed his lip against Kisho's neck as he started moving testily until the body beneath him was emitting sounds that were like hot bullets shooting directly to his groin. He groaned when his thrusts were being returned, one after another.
"Oh God!" he whispered between grunts as he found himself reaching deeper until he felt like he was being buried alive; like he was falling into a crevasse that held so much promise.
"More… give me more," Kisho whispered breathlessly. With pleasure clawing within him, breathing, speaking and thinking became too difficult… He just wanted to die... to go where these currents that jolted through his body was willing to take him. He moved against him, trembling with pleasure when his spot was hit and shuddering in anticipation when Makoto's hot engorged manhood would pull back knowing that the next thrust would be better and more powerful. He wrapped his arms around pale neck, pulling Makoto for a tight kiss.
"Makoto… nngh… I… God… I… fuck it." He decided to stop talking because it was useless especially when his heart had jump to block his words' path. There was no need to talk anyway not when their bodies where doing the talking, the dancing… the everything.
With one last powerful thrust, orgasm ripped through them smoothly, wonderfully and sweetly leaving them nothing but a rioting mass of heat and fullness. They continued riding their orgasm, unable to stop moving against and with each other because the friction of their sweat-drenched and semen-slicked bodies was too amazing. And it heightened their senses and dragged their orgasm longer.
Kisho scowled when Makoto pulled out too soon. He looked at his side where the other man was lying and pressed his hot lips against the latter's sweaty neck. "I won't allow this to be a one-night stand." Not after that wonderful explosion. He'd make Makoto forget about Akemi and make him love him.
"Me too," was the reply that surprised Kisho. Did that mean anything? Should it mean anything? "But I think you should hear me out before you decide such things." A blonde brow arched in confusion. What was there for him to know? He already knew the most important thing- Makoto loved his brother but he could change that. He could. He would.
"I'm not in love with your brother."
WHAT?! Obsidian eyes bulged. Kisho sat up at the same time that Makoto did. "You don't have to lie," he said, laying a hand against a shoulder that had been tensed during their wild moment. "I understand and I can change that if you let me."
"No, I'm not lying," the ANBU member continued, shrugging the hand that showed understanding when its owner didn't understand… failed to see things.
"But you said-" Kisho trailed off. No, Makoto didn't say who he was in love with. In fact, it was Kazushi who mentioned his brother's name and Makoto was glaring and cursing. But he didn't deny it either and Kisho immediately took his lack of denial as a confirmation. So who could it be? Could it be-? No, it couldn't be. Definitely not but why did hope blossom in his heart like a rose in a winter?
Makoto shifted so he could sit in front of his friend whom he lied to. "Actually, it's you… ", he confessed quietly, his amethyst eyes darting to the other side of the room.
"M-m-me? But why? How?" This was so sudden even though that it was what he hoped for.
"Does it matter? The reasons? The manner?"
"But-" And then following surprise and confusion was anger when he remembered the efforts he put into setting Akemi and Makoto up and not the mention the pain he went through. In short, he had been made a fool. "You… you made a fool of me!" he whispered coldly, black eyes burning with anger and highlighted by pain. "Did you have fun? Did you have a good laugh?"
The older man looked desperate as he tried to appease, to make his love understand. "I shouldn't have… I could have told you that moment but you look so damned irresistible when you offered help and I couldn't pass the chance that your helping me would make me spend more time with you."
"You-" Kisho lost in his thoughts that were spinning too fast. This was too much… the pain and the happiness that were entwined beautifully. "You lied to me."
"This is what my unrequited feelings had made me- selfish, deceitful and insensitive but…" he trailed off to focus intense amethyst eyes on him, keeping obsidian orbs in prison. "But I wanted you… I want you so bad I ache with it every fucking day."
Another realization struck the younger lad and he choked it. "Akemi," he said. "Akemi-nii…He said he asked you to be his whore"
"WHAT? He never said such thing," Makoto said, wondering why Akemi was saying such corrupted offer when the man was too immaculate for that. He had to think about that later because right now Kisho demanded attention. "The day before you left, I told him and he decided to help me for a reason I couldn't grasp even now."
An awkward and suffocating silence fell on both of them. Makoto tried to be patient; tried to understand that everything depended on Kisho now. He had risked their friendship just to have this forbidden fruit and he couldn't tell if he regretted it or if he was sorry for lying to his friend.
Kisho stared at his hands knowing amethyst orbs were still looking at him, trying to read his actions. Everyone… everyone had lied to him. Shigure… Kazushi… Makoto and even Akemi… each one of them had made a fool out of him for what? It wasn't like they knew he had feelings for the coffee-freak because he had hid it layers upon layers of his perversion and fixation on women. He was certain that no one knew and yet they lied to him in order for Makoto to be happy. They did it for Makoto… for him… for his happiness.
"Ne, Mako-chan," he started in a soft voice. "Are you happy?"
Confused and wary, the other man answered with the same tone, "Yeah… but I paid a high price for it." He let out a silent gasp when a hand cupped his left cheek. He looked at Kisho but his eyes were downcast and the shadows of his bangs were covering most part of his face.
"If that's the case then I'm happy too." And Kisho lifted his face which had a small smile and a blush on it.
"Do you mean-"
"Yeah I forgive you because… the truth is…" He was happy because his love was happy too. This happiness he felt… wasn't this the same thing he saw reflected on his otousan's eyes whenever chichiue was happy? "The truth is… I love you too."
"Eh?" This time, it was Makoto who was surprised.
"Yeah, I do. This was the reason why I offered help to set you up with Akemi-nii."
"Really?" he asked as he grabbed the hand against his cheek lovingly.
"Yeah," Kisho reassured as he moved his face closer until their lips were just a centimeter apart. With his breath fanning against his lover's face he said, "And I'll prove it to you for the remaining night."
"Please do," Makoto replied before closing the small gap. I'll take him to my painting room and show him all my paintings of him, was his last coherent thought before Kisho ate him alive limb by limb. He thought what he was feeling when the blonde's hands, mouth and tongue worried over every part of him especially his erogenous spots was pleasure but he was wrong. He thought that it was pleasure when Kisho thrust into him and kept on ramming against his sweet spot but again he was wrong. It was only when did he reach his peak did he realized that, that was pleasure and he understood the reason why women giggle and blush every time they saw Kisho. Kisho was a master and he was his.
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Chie blindly stared at the expanse of the lawn of her new home as she reminisced her wedding. A small part of her had been disappointed that her father hadn't come. But such pain had been dulled seeing all the people that had became important to her coming to see her exchanging vows with Akemi. She looked at her wedding band and playfully twirled it around. She couldn't stop the smile spreading on her lips knowing she got married out of love- which was a privilege among royals. She wanted to raise her hands into the air and do a victory dance. Ah! She was so giddy with happiness. She looked at the window glass to see Akemi standing behind her. On the mirror, they locked gazes.
Akemi wrapped his arms around her frame. And the hunger that pierced through him wasn't one to possess her but that to hold her; to cherish her and to make her happy. He wanted to warn her that he could never loved her the way otousan loved chichiue but he would certainly love her in his own way but he suddenly became shy so he whispered, "Thank you." He was grateful that Chie chose him to love and to share her life with despite his shortcomings. Everything from the moment she accepted his proposal to this moment felt so surreal. And because it seemed to be a dream, he was instinctively bracing himself for that moment when he'd be rudely awakened.
"Chie..." he breathed.
His wife broke their gaze to tilt her head to look at him.
"Chie," he whispered before he took her lips for a kiss that prelude the very ancient dance.
Chie shuddered at the sensation that flowed through her like electric current. Each contact of Akemi's hands as he slowly divested her kimono made her skin tingle for more. She looked into deep blue orbs and found herself being drowned but it was okay knowing that Akemi was also affected with the fire burning between them.
Akemi gulped at his wife's naked form. She looked more beautiful than in his dreams and he was certain that she would taste better. He couldn't wait to celebrate his triumph. She was his and he would take time in claiming her.
Chie shyly brushed away hair strands from her husband's forehead. "I love you," she whispered between kisses as he led her to the, no, their bed. She whispered it again because love was brimming within her, completely suffocating her. She felt Akemi's lips curved into a smile as it trailed a path on her cleavage and downward. She let out a short gasp as her left nipple was taken by a hot mouth and was sensuously nibbled. Her spouse was definitely driving her insane and she saw no reason why she'd be the only one to suffer.
Feeling bold and competitive, she maneuvered them to sit on the bed and started using her hands and mouth. She smirked as she felt the tensing of the muscles beneath her caresses and heard the distinctive hitch of his breath. Let him feel what the feeling of being mad with pleasure and desire.
"Fuck," Akemi murmured as fingers glided on his abdomen before going back up to tease his pert nipples.
With Chie being seductive as hell, it wouldn't be a surprise if Akemi would ravished her completely and quickly. The flame was burning brighter and bigger and the temperature had risen. Only few words were exchanged and few of them ended up as moans or gasps while some were swallowed by eager mouths.
Akemi pulled her to let her straddle him. He shivered as he felt her heat and dampness on his lap and he couldn't wait for that moment when he'd drive into her. He shivered more when the tip of his erection brushed against her belly and tainted it with his precum. Oh God!
Chie gripped his shoulders knowing she was already incapable of remaining sitting after the pleasure that rocked her body. Her lips met his again and she took that moment to lie on her back taking him with her.
When Akemi positioned between her legs, her gaze impulsively dropped downward. Her heart skipped a beat at the hard weeping flesh she saw. She licked her suddenly dry lips out of excitement and fear. Her flushed lithe frame arched as her spouse penetrated her in one single thrust.
Snugly sheathed by her womanly folds, Akemi with sheer effort fought the urge to piston in and out. Despite the pleasure, he was still logical enough not to cause unnecessary discomfort on his wife. However, it didn't mean he couldn't do anything to make the pain disappear quickly. With purpose, he trailed kisses anywhere within his mouth's reach. He nibbled, bit and sucked until Chie bucked against him. "Please," she breathed against his lips. She tightened her muscles around him making his eyes darken more. "Hurry."
And Akemi let loose. He let go of his little control and did what he really wanted to do- plunged into her over and over again until both of them were wild with desire and ache with wanting and ready to burst into golden dusts.
Akemi's name fell from her abused lips again and again every time he rammed into her until it was like his heart beat within her body. Their moans and grunts reached to crescendo as they fell over the cliff and floated.
Even when it was over and the fire of their passion had momentarily became cinders, they didn't break their intimate contact. They were still cocooned in the euphoria caused by their climax. Chie lay on top of Akemi, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the sound of his heartbeat.
She sighed dreamily. "I never thought about this," she confessed. "I always thought I'd end up unwanted and unloved by the opposite sex but..." she trailed off. Finally, she knew the feeling of being loved wholly and that knowledge... that experience made her world more colorful.
"You'll always be loved by me," Akemi whispered as he affectionately rubbed her back.
"Thank you." She planted a kiss on his chest.
Akemi noticed her slightly upturned face and asked about it. His wife chuckled sheepishly but answered in a serious manner. "I'm half-expecting Kisho-kun and Mako-chan barging in here to demand for your head." She was certain that by now, the two realized who fooled who.
Akemi chuckled. Ah yes those two idiots who unwittingly became two of his too many pawns. "Their fault."
It was Kisho's fault that he let his guard down after noticing that he- Akemi failed to figure out his plan. That had been right. Akemi was brave enough to admit that he couldn't even guess Kisho's plan but he wasn't called a master of the game if he couldn't penetrate the minds of his subjects through thorough observation. It took him longer than usual but he finally understood that the emotion highlighting the edges of Kisho's inky eyes every time he and Makoto met was pain and that the reason why Kisho's tone had a slight edge when talking to him was because of jealousy. In short and as surprising as it was, Kisho was in love with Makoto. And he had tried teasing his brother and encouraging him to step out from the shell by getting close with his purple-eyed friend. However, when Makoto had confessed to him that he was actually in love with Kisho and told him about everything, Akemi decided to play the game because both of them were too blind to see each other's feelings. The only reason he had offered his help to Makoto was that his brother returned the other's feelings. Of course, he had completely forgotten to tell Makoto his realization but he wasn't sorry. It added excitement to his plan.
He knew Kisho would be so mad at him for what he did in fact, he was sure Kisho would exact his revenge but now was not the time to worry about that.
"I'm sure they'll be busy with each other to bother us," Akemi assured her with a smirk. "Let's get busy also. I was told not to dilly-dally in the children department."
Chie's face turned red but she didn't discourage her spouse's touches.
TBC
That settled Akemi's and Kisho's love life. Double lemon. I think I drink too much Lemon juice. Corny.
Hmmm... next chapter..
Nothing had prepared Naruto for what happens the moment he opened front door of his home.