This is the second chapter of my view of "Hao's problem", which my dear fellow writer Mirlin and me are currently tackling. I trust that the first chapter was to your liking, as you decided to read this one as well. In the previous chapter, the problem was introduced. In this chapter it will become clear that even when something is well thought out, it can still go catastrophically wrong.
I hope that you can enjoy reading this chapter, and that you take its warning to heart.
And also that you never break rule number 1.
© Characters: Hiroyuki Takei
© Story: Seth Fox
Hao's problem
-Chapter 2-
In which everything goes catastrophically wrong
It was Hao's habit to go to bed after midnight. Everyone in his party knew this; it was a constant factor that everyone had gotten used to, and which could be relied upon.
This being the situation, one can imagine the surprise of Hao's companions when their leader announced, at nine p.m, that he was retreating to his room. He left them behind in complete silence, which turned into feverish muttering and mumbling the moment he closed the door.
Clearly, the master was not well.
:Hao:
Hao, contrary to his companions' belief, was having a good day. His plan was going exactly the way he wanted it to go. This had lead to his sending Opacho and two escorts away on a mission to fulfill their part in the plot. They were due to return the next morning, which gave Hao the unplanned advantage of having his room all to himself that night. This was just to his liking; after his escapade in the shower and subsequent near discovery by Opacho, he hadn't dared to try again. As a result the following two weeks had felt longer than they should have, and Hao was eager to appease his hormones, so that they would finally stop interfering with his planning his brother's capture.
It was thus that it came to pass that Hao decided to retire early that night, so that he could take full advantage of the time he had. After a careful explanation of the next few steps of the plan to his companions, he announced his retreat for the night.
He closed the door of his hotel room behind him and slowly began to undress. He folded his clothes with care, as he always did, and placed them on the chair next to his bed. Dressed in just his pants and underwear he crawled onto his bed and settled in his favorite position, sitting up with his back against the wall and his knees drawn up slightly. He preferred this position because it wouldn't remind him of the accursed weakening of his muscles as he reached him peak and also because it was easy to get away in case anything unexpected happened.
He pulled his pants and underwear down slightly so that he could have access, then licked his fingers in a cat-like fashion. He let them wander across his body, tracing all of the sensitive spots of his skin.
First were his ears and neck, which he softly traced with his fingers, sending shivers down his back. The slender fingers followed the curve of his pale throat, which made his breath hitch. He closed his eyes and allowed his imagination to wander into a well-worn path.
The hands stroked his chest, slowly, in circles, moving closer and closer to the place where Hao wanted them; his nippled. The shadowy face of his imaginary lover moved closer to Hao's face, and a ghosltly breath brushed past the moist trail in his neck, making him shiver once more.
The hands on his chest moved closer and closer to their goal, until, at last, they reached it. Teasing fingers began to flick and pinch Hao's nipples, making him moan shakily and buck his hips in vain. The shadowy face moved to his chest and licked it, sending electricity straight up Hao's spine. The dark hair of the other brushed his chest as he lifted his head and chuckled at Hao's antics.
After a short moment, one of the ghostly hands left Hao's chest and traced patterns down his stomach, lower and lower, moving tortuously slowly towards the place where Hao desired it to go.
As the hand moved ever lower, the shadowy face became clearer. Hao raised a hand to caress that soft brown hair, the same as his own, and looked down into the same dark eyes full of longing. The other ran a teasing hand up Hao's inner thigh and smiled.
Most people would at least be mildly disturbed when finding their twin brother in their fantasies, especially one like this. Not Hao. His desire to become one with Yoh had become much more that just a practical matter of joining their souls; Hao wished to be one with his twin brother in every possible way. This was the only fantasy that he ever allowed himself to indulge in, and only when he was completely and utterly alone, as he was now.
Presently, all complicated thoughts of this kind fled Hao's mind as the teasing fingers finally found his erection. Hao groaned and bucked his hips, but the other pushed them back down and smiled that little smile of his. He had all the time in the world.
Hao writhed and whispered breathless pleas, but to no avail. The hand on his erection stroked him firmly, but teasingly slow, while the other wandered down to caress his balls and then to cup his ass.
When Hao felt teasing fingers at his entrance, he growled in warning. Imaginary Yoh pouted. "And here I only wanted to play." He spoke in that soft voice of his.
Gently, he removed his hand from Hao's entrance and instead began to caress his ass. Slowly, Hao relaxed his body under these alien ministrations. His twin brother was gentle, as he was with everything he did. His hand cupped Hao's balls, the hand on Hao's erection sped up, and Yoh's face moved closer to Hao's ear. "Become one with me..." He whispered, and licked the shell of Hao's ear.
The older twin moaned and threw his head back, unable to hold it in any longer. His hips bucked up and Yoh bent his head, ready to take Hao in and catch whatever his brother might have for him...
Then the door was thrown open and slammed loudly against the wall.
Hao's eyes flew open, and he saw through the thick haze that had settled in his mind that Opacho was standing there, her eyes wide. He wanted to say something, do something, anything at all, to stop her from seeing this, but he couldn't hold it back any longer. With a strangled moan, Hao came, covering his hands and stomach in his own semen.
Trembling heavily he looked up, to see that Opacho had gone. He wiped his hand on the sheet, and ran it shakily through his hair.
Crap. He would definitely have a lot of explaining to do now, and he wasn't quite sure if he was up to calming Opacho down in this state; he felt terrible embarrassed and exposed, and at the same time angry with himself for allowing such feelings to even enter his mind.
Still, he reasoned with himself, it could have been worse.
:Opacho:
Opacho, upon seeing Hao like this, had fled from the room. She had not, however, as Hao presumed, also fled the building. Instead she sprinted down to the room where all of Hao's companions were sitting. Wide-eyed she ran in. "Minna-sama! Minna-sama! Hao-sama is sick! Opacho saw it!"
Immediately everyone, having just heard their worried suspicions confirmed, jumped up and rushed instantly to Hao's room.
The end
I leave the rest to your imagination. I hope you enjoyed reading this. You must know that I had a great time writing it.
Xx Seth