Chapter 5
Akira kept that envelope and added to it. He opened a bank account to save as much as he could. Making sure he didn't spend too much money he earned was the trick. He wasn't used to denying himself. His college classes didn't leave him enough time to earn big bucks. Always thinking about the future, he saved up what he could.
A year after Kaede left, Akira put his plan into motion. First he had to find out where Kaede lived now. Akira started with his mother, just in case she knew. It didn't surprise him that she didn't have a clue where Kaede was now, but she did have some information for him. Reluctantly, she gave him the name and phone number of Kaede's uncle, the only relative from his "real family" that she knew about.
It was a shabby apartment building, and Kaede's uncle took a long time to answer the door. He wasn't well, that much was clear on first sight. He used a walker to get around.
He seemed happy to meat Akira and talk to him. On disability because of an injury to his hip, he was sorry he couldn't do more for his nephew.
Kaede's uncle's name was Okie Rukawa. Surprisingly, Akira just found out that was also the name Kaede was using all the time before. Kaede Rukawa. So strange. It should to be Sendoh, same as Akira. Akira's had never known about it before. Kaede's uncle said that was his last name and never changed it.
Akira liked the thought that they didn't shared a name. Maybe it was a good sign.
By sweet-talking his uncle, Akira found Kaede again. Or at least where he lived.
Akira entered a part of town where there was little difference between a liquor store, a convenience store, and a grocery store. He had already passed by a sign claiming "Certificate Psychic Advice" and another one for "Accurate Astrology and Palm Reading". He saw a woman walking around with a multitude of plastic bags that did not hold recent purchases. A man passed by pushing an old bicycle loaded with house painting supplies including a small ladder. Occasionally, someone would scowl at Akira from a doorway.
The neighborhood didn't get any better or worse as he got closer to Kaede's new address. Akira looked up at the gray facade of the apartment building. That's where Kaede lived and the thought of seeing him again made Akira's heart race like crazy.
Akira took a deep breath and went in. It wasn't the nicest place. As he went inside the filthy lobby, he was greeted by some unwelcome smells. It was a mix of kitchen and bathroom smells mingling. Graffiti had been painted over with a thin coat of paint that muted but didn't cover it up.
Akira looked at the elevator but didn't trust it to take him up or to smell tolerable. He took the strais cautiously as if watching for an ambush.
It was Sunday. Kaede's uncle said he would be home. But Akira got nervous when the door stayed shut after he knocked. When it opened, he almost didn't recognize Kaede.
For a minute he just stared at him, taking in all the changes. His hair was a bit long. Looks tidy in a small bun. His physique more severe, learner but stronger looking. But just like before, everything about him was absolutely gorgeous. Kaede always beautiful.
Akira smiled at him, but Kaede didn't smile back. When Akira moved to enter his apartment, Kaede barely got out of his way. It wasn't exactly an invitation or a welcome, but Akira was in. That's what mattered.
As Kaede closed the door behind him, Akira took a good look at the one room apartment where he now lived. Two shelves with books were against one wall. A mattress and box spring sat on a bare metal frame. There was a folding chair with a stack of books next to it. The books acted as a table of sorts. A plate and coffee cup were placed on top. There was a table built into the wall by the kitchen, no legs just a board with two support beams under it angled into the wall. And Kaede in the midst of all this, looking more beautiful than ever.
"What are you doing here?" Kaede had on an angry, hard expression completely unfamiliar to Akira. But most surprising was the cold look he gave to Akira. It was like those blue eyes had frozen to ice.
"I found you," Akira said to remind himself not to get discouraged. This was just the first step.
"What are you doing here?" Kaede asked again, even more angry now. "We aren't friends, and we aren't family, and I don't owe your money." He spat out the last word bitterly, reminding Akira of his reaction to the envelope he tried to give him.
"Don't you see that this is better?" Akira asked though he knew that Kaede couldn't see it yet. Akira would to prove it to him.
"So you are glad we aren't brothers? That's why you came here? To tell me that?" Kaede was dismayed by the apparent cruelty. He didn't understand yet.
"No." The knee jerk denial was immediately followed by the truth. "Yes, I am glad. I'm sorry. But I love you in all the wrong ways. It would be horrible if we were family. But we aren't. That means I can want you, and it isn't wrong any more."
After gaping at him with shock, Kaede staggered back as if Akira's words had pushed him.
"You are all I think about, and now I can have you." Akira advanced then stopped inches from Kaede. Kaede couldn't absorb all this so quickly. He was too stunned to speak.
"We weren't meant to be brothers. We were meant to be more," Akira tried to explain, but all he wanted was to bury himself inside Kaede, to fuck him senseless.
"I have a say in this, you know," Kaede reminded him in his stubborn, quiet voice. It was a voice backed up by a will of iron. But Akira wasn't worried. He had seen into him. Kaede wanted this too.
"You'll have a say. But I already know what you want." Akira lightly touched Kaede's face then he moved his hand down. Brushing his groin through his sweatpants, Akira felt his hard-on and grinned with satisfaction. He had seen it began to swell as soon as he revealed his true feelings. Now he wanted to feel it.
But Kaede wouldn't let him. "Get the fuck away from me," he said and shoved him away hard.
Staggering a step, Akira shoved back harder. Kaede lost his balance and fell. He moved to get up, but Akira was on top of him, pinning him down.
"Fight me off. Hit me. Kick me. Tell me you hate me. Or do you want me to make your mine?" Akira heard the threat in his own breathless voice and shuddered, but Kaede just lay there.
Wondering what it would take to make him react, Akira sat up. He didn't let go of Kaede. He sat on his thighs, kept hold of his wrists. Kaede didn't resist.
"You're a user just like your mother," Kaede accused, his tone even icy cold.
Akira put Kaede's wrists together and pinned them over his head. He was a sight stretched out like that. Leaning over Kaede, suspended above him, Akira looked down at his amazing eyes, but they were turned away, refusing to look at him or acknowledge him.
Akira shifted then lowered himself on top of Kaede slowly. The contact between their cocks was electrifying. He felt like a small earthquake went through his whole body, but Akira resisted the overwhelming urge to thrust. They were lined up cock to cock, both hard and motionless. That's how it had to be until Kaede gave the go-ahead.
"I didn't look for you before because it was too soon. I didn't know what to do with my feelings when I thought we were brothers," Akira panted, his dick digging into Kaede as Kaede's was digging into him. "Maybe I was even a little relieved that you were out of the house even if I missed you. I needed time. It had to sink in that we aren't family. Didn't you need time too?"
Kaede looked at him, but his eyes were still hard. "You are as selfish as her." There was still so much anger in his eyes, but his body was full of desire.
"That doesn't matter. Our parents don't matter any more," Akira said, but Kaede stayed angry. "You wanted me before it was OK. And you want me now."
He had waited so long to have Kaede, and he wasn't resisting. Carried away by lust, Kaede might let him do it. In fact, Akira was sure that he would. But that wasn't enough. He needed Kaede to be more than willing.
Akira adjusted his position on top of him until they were lined up - cocks, thighs, bellies, chests, shoulders. He wanted to show him they were the same, they felt the same.
He kissed Kaede's neck, felt him move to let Akira bury his face in that space against his collar. Akira let him feel his teeth and his tongue. Kaede's legs slipped apart. His hips rose to grind into Akira. Akira hooked his hands over Kaede's shoulders to continue the grinding but harder almost cruelly.
Kaede let out a desperate moan, and Akira stopped. They were both still dressed. Akira could have ripped Kaede's clothes off, but he wanted Kaede to acknowledge his own need and everything he felt for him.
Standing up, Akira stared down at him. Kaede's face registered shock as he glared up at him. His sweat pants were tented from his hard on. The look in his eyes was even more angry than before.
It was obvious that he hated Akira for starting this and for putting a stop to things as they were heating up. But Akira wasn't stopping. It was just a pause, and it was up to Kaede to get things moving again. Akira knew what he wanted, and he wanted Kaede to know his own need, measure it, taste it.
"Do you want me to leave?" Akira asked simply as he stood looking down at Kaede. He felt a spike of fear at the thought that Kaede might say yes.
Kaede shook his head. He didn't like admitting it. The look on his face was darkly angry now, but he was too aroused to let his anger rule him.
"Strip," Akira told him.
Kaede didn't move.
"I need you to show me. Show me how much you want me."
Kaede still did nothing.
"You want me to force this on you? To seduce you? No," Akira stated in a low, rasping voice of a man on edge, barely holding back. "You are going to prove to me that you want this more than anything. The way I do. Strip, Kaede. And I'll give you anything you want."
Breathing hard, Akira stared at the unmoving Kaede. He was silently begging him, ready to beg him out loud. But then the ice in Kaede's eyes melted.
They weren't like his eyes from before. They were harder, tinged with darkness, but opening to Akira, letting him in. Kaede was giving in. He was moving, taking off his shirt.
As it went over his head, it revealed Kaede's chest. Akira almost rushed to him to cover him with bites, licks and kisses. Then Kaede pulled down his sweatpants and boxers together, kicked them away. His cock stood up large, proud and already glistening with need.
Akira reached down and picked up Kaede's boxers. He held them to his face, felt their warmth, smelled Kaede on them, breathed him in. He groaned as Kaede watched him, mesmerized. Then Kaede ran his hand over his own cock once. It was a quick jerk that almost sent Akira to his knees. But he kept control of himself.
"That's good." Akira threw him the lube he had brought for just this moment when his fantasy turned into reality. "Get yourself ready for me."
Kaede hesitated only briefly then uncapped the lube. Akira got the pillow off the bed. Kaede raised his hips as Akira slipped the pillow under him. In this position, Kaede could give him a better view of his lubed fingers entering his hole.
It seemed impossible that Akira's dick could fit in there. Two fingers plunged in, and Kaede rose to meet them. Akira waited for three fingers and then stopped him very reluctantly.
"I always wanted you to watch me," Akira said as he started taking off his clothes.
Akira undressed slowly. He watched Kaede's desperate need building. He followed the work of Akira's hands peeling off his shirt the same way Akira had watches him.
As his clothes were pulled off and his body came into view, Kaede squirmed. For the last year Akira had built up his body, sculpted it for Kaede, for this moment. Every hardened muscle was for him but most of all hia cock. He pulled down his boxers to reveal himself completely naked now, cock jutting out a little bigger than Kaede's, a little thicker.
Not able to wait any more, not even to show off, Akira lowered himself to the floor. He hovered above Kaede, holding off on any real contact, but not to tease. He needed to absorb the look on Kaede's face. There was an expression of acceptance, almost of welcome. It was the old Kaede but with a look of extreme arousal.
Kaede reached for Akira's cock. Akira caught his hands and pinned them over his head. Kaede writhed and panted. Akira leaned over his chest and licked each nipple feeling their hardening. He then teased them with the edge of his teeth until Kaede whimpered his name.
Akira let him go and slipped on a condom. Kaede shuddered at the sight. Low moans pushed out of his chest. He pulled his legs up to offer Akira his lubed ass.
Akira kneeled and aimed his cock at the hole, his now. He gave a hard, steady push. Kaede cried out...
To be continued...
