Author's Note: Thanks so much to everyone that has reviewed so far and supported me over the past few months! Its so encouraging, it really is!
So, this is where the fun part begins hehe ;) Enjoy!
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Akihiko liked the serenity of onsens, but tonight he was feeling restless. He could hear the symphonic chatter of crickets in the bushes behind him, and there was something disturbing about all that noise against the silence and the breeze that caressed at his bare shoulders, chilling the little droplets of water that dabbled his skin. He contemplated getting up and heading back to his room. He sunk deeper into the steamy water with the thought of having to face the seconds of cruel winter air against his naked skin, deciding he rather prune up inside the bath.
So he stayed where he was, slipping his eyes shut and leaning his head back onto the stone edge of the pool, taking a deep breath of the hazy mixture of steam, sugary incense, and the drifting earthy scent of the thicket behind him. The air was thick and moist, and he frowned, but not particularly bothered—it was hardly a factor in his agitation as of late. He had given the first draft of his latest literary venture to Hiroki, one he was expecting to receive stellar marks on, but rather all he was given in return was a scribbled note saying the plot unrealistic and stupid, rendering all his work pointless.
Hiroki could be so very rude sometimes.
He allowed his thoughts to float a little, pursing his lips. He hardly noticed when he heard the soft padding bare feet against the stones behind him. He opened his eyes lazily and twisted his neck, anticipating it to be that sour servant he ran into earlier, coming to bother him about his preference in dinner.
However, he was surprised to notice at the other pool across from his own there was a second patron who was currently undressing himself from his robes. He wasn't usually one to spy, but something about the young man's movement caught his interest and he turned his head slightly away, just observing out of the corner of his eye.
His subject hadn't revealed his face yet, but Akihiko already had his assumptions—thin, brunet mop of hair, youthful jawline that joined to a soft neck, thin back that curved into a pair of boyish hips—he stopped his gaze there, lingering along the boney curves that just disappeared underneath the coverings of his yukata. He stared a little longer, taking in each knob in the youth's spine, when suddenly the young man turned around.
Green met lavender.
Shit. Akihiko ducked his head down, cursing furiously underneath his breath. Not only did he get caught peeping, he also knew the person! Granted he couldn't quite remember their name at the moment or where they had met but there was certainly a spark of recognition! For goodness sakes! Could his luck get any worse?
"Uh…um…Usami-sama?" A voice called from across the onsen.
Akihiko cringed, but replied in the sturdiest voice that he could muster up, "Umm yes?"
"Ah, hello!" The boy turned around fully, still with his yukata hanging from his hips. Now Akihiko had the whole front to glance over—pale skin, skinny shoulders, two clavicle bones, pink nipples, and little dip of a belly button at his abdomen. He remembered this boy as Hiroki's servant from the bookstore…Takahashi Misaki! He smiled slightly at the memory of boy, miserable and bored as Hiroki milled around the bookstore oh so cruelly. Overall, he looked like a rather sheepish fellow, the way he fiddled with the fabric of his yukata, eyes fixed to the cobble stone flooring. Servant or not, Akihiko found it charming rather than unnerving and decided he quite liked Misaki.
Misaki coughed, rocked back and forth, and finally said in a pleasant way, "I…erm…didn't know someone like yourself would have time to come to an onsen."
Akihiko gave him a curious look and the boy blanched, assuming whatever he must have said had brought offense. "No! Er…what I meant was that you seemed like a very busy man the first time I met you!" he sputtered. He continued his nervous shifting. "You seem very…successful."
Akihiko just chuckled and said, "Ah yes, I am a very busy man. However I find my time to relax. It's important for your health, you know."
Misaki nodded adamantly, as if he strongly agreed—though Akihiko was certain the boy had no idea what he was agreeing to. Akihiko smiled, and then inquired, "Now my question is, why is someone like yourself at a onsen? You seemed like a very busy person as well."
It was rather peculiar to see a servant in a quiet onsen like such—unless his boss was paying for the fee it was much too expensive of an indulgence for a commoner.
"Umm…well, I'm here with Kamijou-sama. But he's busy with a…er…client so he let me go to the baths to keep busy."
"Ah I see," Akihiko hummed. "I feel quite sorry for you. It seems you've unwillingly become Hiroki's wingman."
Misaki tensed again and quickly shook his head, politely refuting, "Its quite alright Usami-sama!"
"Certainly not. You must be bored."
Misaki sputtered, not quite sure what to respond. Akihiko chuckled and coaxed, "Come on, dear boy. Get it off your chest."
"Yes, I-I am rather…lonely tonight."
Misaki nibbled at his plush bottom lip and his eyes drawn away, embarrassed by the admission. Akihiko allowed the silence to swell once more, the both of them listening to the sounds of the breeze swish its way through the thick bushes, and the shift of liquid as his body settled deeper into the steaming water. On the other hand, Misaki shuddered deliciously once the breeze made its way through the thicket and touched against his bare flesh. Lavender eyes watched, enchanted, as perky little nipples pinked, lean muscles clenched, and goose bumps spread up and down the bare skin of his arms and chest.
Akihiko had a thought and it tickled his interest.
"Misaki, why don't you join me this evening?"
"Me?" Misaki's eyes widened in surprise and when Akihiko nodded in affirmation, he broke into that lovely flush all over again. "Oh, Usami-sama, you're so generous."
"Please do," Akihiko replied though he hadn't expected to allow his curious yearning to tinge his voice. So he quickly added, "What's the fun of an onsen if you're alone?"
Misaki paused, seemingly agreed, and began fully undressing.
Akihiko watched, glancing at chubby toes, skinny calves, and knobby knees—he couldn't bring himself to look any further than that without the youth noticing his voyeurism. Not that he really could take much time anyway. Misaki was already stepping into the water, until his body was submerged, his skin looking even more pure against the water's shadowy reflection of midnight.
They allowed the silence to float around them, until Misaki finally said, "…Thank you Usami-sama."
Akihiko blinked and turned to the boy. "For what?"
Misaki smiled, eyes downturned but not focusing on anything at all. "For being so generous to me. And allowing me to be honest."
Taking in the gentleness of that smile, he replied, "Of course, pet."
Akihiko felt his body relax—heart beat slowing to a comfortable pulse, shoulders loosening, eyelids growing heavy, glowing in the unfamiliar peace that Misaki's presence brought him. He took a deep breath, inhaling the wafting fragrances that were now slightly tinged with the boy's scent.
"Can I confess to you something else, Usami-san?" Misaki suddenly asked.
Akihiko hummed drowsily, "Certainly, Takahashi-kun."
"Well," Misaki started, his voice soft, almost frail. "I…I…I think I want to make love to you."
Akihiko's interest jolted and he shot up to look at the boy straight on. "Make love?" he questioned as evenly as possible, fair eyebrows drawing together.
"Yes," Misaki replied faintly, eyes drawn downward, swishing his finger around in circles in the water. "I want to make love to you. I know it is naughty of me to think that way, but," he released a sharp sigh, shaking his head, "I- I just can't deny it any more."
Akihiko felt his nether regions twitch at sight of the resolve in the boy's expression.
"So please," Misaki continued, his voice dipping lower, to almost a desperate whisper, "Please take me."
Akihiko paused, stunned. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. "Takahashi-kun, your determination is rather charming," he pointed out, to fill the empty air, while he sorted his thoughts.
"T-Thank you, Usami-sama." Misaki burst into a lovely blush.
He hardly knew the Takahashi boy—for him to say such a thing, it was very bold. More than bold: it leaped across the gulf of their social standings. For a servant to even suggest such an illicit affair, especially to a superior, was certainly asking for a beating in Misaki's world—and then expulsion from his work. Akihiko wondered what would drive him to so easily risk his livelihood with such steadfast certainty. He took a moment to think, the initial shock decompressing from his lungs, freeing mind and allowing his contemplations to swirl.
He couldn't deny it: he found it all very touching.
"And," he continued, his words slipping from his lips smoothly, easily…almost a little too easily. "I would wish for nothing else but to cherish every inch of your body, my love."
This romantic declaration had come without thought or effort, and suddenly, his words became true sentiment, and his mind was flooded with this unexplainable craving for Misaki.
"Really, Usami-sama?" Misaki's paused, eyes fluttering with wonder, his chest shuddering with each breathy exhale, glancing up at Akihiko through his girlish eyelashes. He nibbled gently on his bottom lip, considering this confession, and Akihiko smiled at the realization that this titillated the boy.
"Yes, Misaki." He shifted in the water, closer to the boy, hesitating for nothing as he settled close to him, where the youth's soft skin brushed against his thigh. The proximity made Misaki jump at first, his simple frame quivering. "I've been thinking about you for a long while."
"Me?" Misaki's voice was quiet, questioning, curiosity causing those brows to furrow once again. Whether it was in disbelief or pondering, Akihiko couldn't tell from this angle. He wanted a better look…no, needed a better look. So, he reached over, pads of his fingers brushing against the supple skin of the boy's plush cheeks, maneuvering Misaki's gaze with a gentle twist of the wrist. Eyes connected, he leaned in, allowing their foreheads to gently bump, their lips practically brushing.
"Yes you, love. Something about you has me mesmerized…" When there was no immediate response, Akihiko added with a purr, "Why don't you spend the night? You know I'd love it if you did…"
"Me?" Misaki repeated, still in shock, his breaths coming quicker and shakier. Akihiko chuckled patiently, though his hands spoke otherwise, dipping back into the water to smooth over the gentle planes of the youth's thighs.
Suddenly, their lips were connected; whether he or Misaki initiated it, he couldn't tell.
From there, his senses were filled with heat; the searing touch of hot tongues caressing, flushed skin pressing, brushing, rubbing, inexperienced hands shyly smoothing up and down his body, the hazy steam rising from the bath languidly wafting around the pools.
Naked skin, flushed, sweating, the sounds of water sloshing against the rocks mingling with breathy moans coming from the delicate body that was sitting in his lap, his own length throbbing at the sensation of Misaki's lush bottom teasing at his bulging head so mercilessly, and yet so very innocently.
"Mnnh, ah, U-Usami-sama," Misaki whimpered breathily.
Akihiko released his grip on the youth's waist, snaking around to the front to take a hold of Misaki's cute cock. After playfully pumping the erection, Akihiko pulled his fist down to the tip and toyed with the plump head, earning a few needy moans from the servant, muscles tensing, hips bucking in ecstasy.
Finally, the boy pulled close to him, lips brushing sweetly against the shell of his ear, panting. "Love me, Usami-sama. Please make love me"
Akihiko returned with purr, "Certainly my love."
~0~
Lavender-blue eyes opened to a warm, pale light, filtering through rice paper windows. The air was crisp in the room, nipping at the pads of bare toes that were peeking out of the cavernous mound of silk sheets and down-comforters the young man had buried himself in. Face smothered by a pillow, stuffed to the brim with the finest of goose-feathers, Akihiko grunted and sighed. A throb of pleasure pulsed through his lower belly from the pressure this position was placing on his stiffened groin. Great. He had an erection.
One hand went down to grab a fistful of bedding, yanking it all up over his head, perhaps to eliminate the dreaded light that was soaking its way into the room. He quickly decided this was hardly comfortable and pushed the blankets back down to his shoulders, revealing the young master who was sporting a tangled mess of greyish-blond hair and a peevish scowl.
Akihiko lay on the broad futon, fingers tracing along the rolling fabric valleys of quilted buttons, yearning thoughts drifting back home to his mattress. He shifted uncomfortably and huffed, cursing the bedding and then the entire hotel. He had grown accustomed to the sleeping accommodations back in England, where he could rely on the sturdiness of an actual bed, complete with a frame, a box spring, and mattress, rather than sleeping on a mat that was comparable to a single layer of bedding.
He may have been Japanese by blood, but he was certainly English at heart.
He sighed, staring up at the wooden rafters where the morning light that managed to slip through the rice paper doors was beginning to drive away the evening's shadows. He jerked again with a frustrated huff, fruitlessly twisting in his blanket.
It was already torture enough to wake up to a raging cock, curving proudly against his lower belly in the aftermath of another one of his unfulfilled midnight fantasies. He didn't need a bloody futon to add to his misery.
With that thought, he sat up, his features creased with sour petulance, eyes scanning the bedroom for no reason in particular. Why did it cut off so soon, he moaned to himself, glaring bitterly down at his erection that was beginning to twitch with impatience. The bigger question should have been, "Why the Takahashi boy?" but Akihiko could hardly deny the faint desire that had been simmering in the back of his mind ever since their meeting last week.
Not that he quite chose to be thinking about Hiroki's little pet.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what was so mesmerizing about the servant—he had once allowed himself to wade into these ponderings, only to end up drowning in his own whirlpool of thoughts and fantasies and questions, coming only to the conclusion that Takahashi's boyish demeanor must have sparked some kind of trivial lust within him.
The thought of Misaki alone sent a pulse through his cock, making him grunt in displeasure.
He didn't have much other option besides to manually finishing himself off, he realized with a hopeless sigh. Akihiko gingerly lifted the blankets, glancing down at himself, eyebrows knitting together, apprehensive. He really wasn't one to engage in self-pleasuring, especially in a hotel.
He figured he'd wait it out, as usual, and laid himself back onto the dreaded futon, hoping he could snooze it off. However, his erection throbbed stubbornly, an impatient demand for attention. After a minute Akihiko relented.
"Dammit," Akihiko cursed under his breath, scooting out from his fortress of blankets to retrieve a handkerchief from his coat pocket. Once resituated, Akihiko proceeded to deal with the problem.
He took himself in his hand and his body shuddered with pleasure at the mere touch. However his attempts to think of his usual favorites—scenes from his series of flowery romance novels—all quickly exchanged his characters for a new face: Misaki.
In his mind he saw Misaki underneath him, robes disheveled, large doe eyes blinking innocently up at him, a hot blush coloring those downy cheeks. "Usami-sama," Misaki's voice purred, thick, drowsy with lust…Akihiko was certain that wasn't quite exactly the young man's voice, and he tested a few tones out in his head until he found a keening moan that matched Misaki's flushed face.
He stroked his length a few times more, in firm even strokes waiting patiently for the telltale tingles of pleasure. Akihiko grunted, eyes fluttering open. This simply wouldn't do. He thrusting his hips a little, sliding his fist down in at more rapid pace, hoping to fall into some kind of rhythm.
Once he returned to his fantasy, the image had shifted. Now, Misaki was on his knees in front of him, his ass poked lewdly in the air, letting Akihiko take full control. The author focused in on this thought, his strokes hastening, from the base to the tip, slowing right at the crown before plunging back downward, to simulate Misaki's delicate body taking him in.
For a moment Akihiko swore he could feel his hands gripping those slight hipbones, his thighs coming in contact with the supple, plush skin of Misaki's ass with each thrust, those delicious, clipped moans that matched their quickening pace.
With a rich groan, Akihiko allowed the fantasy to flood his mind. He couldn't deny himself any longer of his adoration for Misaki. Later…later he would worry about the fact that he had been fantasizing about his best friend's servant."
"Usami-sama," that voice moaned over and over again, where Akihiko could practically feel those hot, bated breaths fanning his ear. "Mhhmm, Usami-sama."
"Ah, yes Misaki," he breathed, his voice becoming hoarse with passion, the tension coiling tight in his belly. "My love."
Later, he would figure out if he were out of his mind.