Chapter 5

This afternoon at the Airsoft shop had been quite busy. Mishima waited on customers and restocked the merchandise. He'd even helped Iwai with ordering new merchandise.

"These are the vendors I use for the replica guns, Mishima. When the prices are good, like they are now, I buy extra items that I know will sell."

Customers were around, so they treated each other with respect and cordiality, Mishima more so than Iwai. The two placed orders as Iwai taught him the basics of running a small business. Mishima enjoyed this. It showed that not only did he trust Iwai, but Iwai trusted him. When the customers slowed down, the two could talk.

"So, boy, we need to come up with a signal."

"What do you mean, Sir?"

"There are times when, even alone, we should talk to each other normally. This is a special bond. If we wear it out, it will feel like a routine. Trust me, you don't want that."

"Okay, what do you suggest, Sir?"

"Hmm… We either need a codeword or a non-verbal signal that only we know."

Mishima thought for a bit. "You could just look me in the eye and call me boy or Mishima when you want to switch."

"No, if someone overheard it, they might catch on."

"Is that really so big a deal, SIr?"

"It is, boy. You are barely legal. We might not have had sex yet, but I don't want eyebrows going up when they see the two of us together. I have a business to run. I can't afford to have another scandal."

Mishima did not comment on the "another scandal" that Iwai mentioned. If he wanted him to know something, he would tell him. Prying would only annoy the man. Instead, he felt a tingling inside him spreading at the word yet. They had not had sex. Yet.

"What do you suggest for a code then, maybe some sort of hand signal?"

"Boy, we are not spies." Iwai put his hand to his chin. "Give me a minute to think."

Mishima sat in silence and waited.

"You always have your cell phone on you, boy, right?

'Yes, Sir, I do."

"Okay." Iwai pulled his out of his pocket and set it on the counter. "When you see that I have my phone set out like this, where you can see it, it means you are in boy mode. When it is not out in plain sight, you are Mishima. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect, Sir."

"Good, then that is how we will signal to each other. If something changes, I will let you know, Okay?" He said, putting his phone back in his pocket.

Mishima picked up on the fact immediately, "Yes, Iwai."

"Smart, aren't you?"

"I do have nearly a 4.0 in high school."

"Speaking of which, how has school been for you, since Kamoshida is no longer there?"

"Fine. It's, well… It's better. But when I walk through the halls, I feel like there's this brand on me that others can see. When they look me in the eyes, I can see pity and sometimes something worse, contempt."

"Stupid kids. Sorry that you are going through that, Mishima. The school should be doing something to help you through this."

"Oh, S-" Began Mishima, almost calling him Sir when he was not supposed to. "Oh, Iwai, they have done some. They brought in a counselor. I am required to meet with him a few times a week. Recently, he mentioned that I was going to be getting a full scholarship for 4 years to any college I wanted."

"Sounds like they are afraid and trying to buy you off."

"Heh, that's what I thought too, Iwai. But still, It's hard to turn that down."

"Nor should you, Mishima. They owe you far more than that, but now is no time to be noble about it. In fact, the next time you talk with them about it, tell them 4 years isn't enough. They are to pay for your undergraduate degree, regardless of how long it takes you to complete it. Don't feel pressured. Push back. It might help restore the feeling of power that was taken from you."

"...You are right, Iwai."

That warmth came flowing through him again, and he leaned against the man, resting his head on his shoulder. Iwai smiled down at him and wrapped his arm around his shoulders and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Iwai, I know we have a special bond where I act more submissive towards you, but even when we are in our roles or like this, I feel safe. T-That's something I have not felt since before joining the volleyball team. Thank you, for giving me this sense of security."

Iwai grinned at him, taking the cigarette from his mouth. "Of course, Mishima. I could see the day that you came in for the first time how scared you were. Not just of me, but the world in general. You were like a boat being thrown about on the waves. I've always had a soft spot for someone in need."

"Will you continue to be that source of comfort for me?"

"For now."

Mishima's face fell. Iwai noticed and jumped back in.

"Mishima, you just told me you are getting a scholarship to any school you want. You won't choose a school around here if you are smart. Long-distance relationships are hard to maintain, and you are young. You need the option to explore without pressure. I'm a man nearing middle age who you developed a crush on. I'm not going anywhere, but things change. Just trust me."

"I can do online schooling. Most prestigious schools offer degrees online. I see your point about me being young, but I know how you make me feel. I don't want to find someone new to build this bond with, I want you."

"Oh, Mishima. You are so young and cute. Let's not talk about this anymore for today. Just know, I'm still right here and not trying to get rid of you. But you need freedom too, no matter how much you love it when I make all your choices for you."

"Promise. I mean, you promise you are not going anywhere or trying to brush me off because you are getting tired of this?"

Iwai took out his phone and set it on the counter. "Boy, we haven't even begun our journey. I think you are cute. Your boyish charm and enthusiasm brings out my Dominant side. When I see those big puppy-dog eyes of yours, it just makes me want to squeeze you against my chest."

And he did. Iwai pulled Mishima in for a very tight hug. He guided Mishima's hand to the bulge in his jeans, a faint wet spot beginning to form at the end of the mound.

"Feel that, boy? That's the effect you have on me. Seeing the way you look up to me drives me fucking crazy. Even now, my balls are aching from wanting to bust, but now's not the time. For now, I'm deepening our bond. But…" His grin was impish, "You do deserve at least a taste, don't you think?"

Mishima was scarlet, he could feel the flush all down his neck. Was Iwai going to whip it out here in the store?

Instead, he slipped his hand down the front of his jeans and brought it back out, the tip of his finger wet.

"Open." Said Iwai.

Mishima did. Iwai slipped his finger in.

"Now, boy, close, and suck."

Although there was only a little, the taste spread through Mishima's mouth. It coated his tongue and tasted of something, but he wasn't sure what. All he knew was that it was the taste of Iwai, and one he wanted as much of as possible. Mishima's eyes closed and he enjoyed the moment.

"Good boy." Said Iwai, as he removed his finger from Mishima's mouth with a gentle popping sound. "You'll get more soon, and right from the source. For now, enjoy the feeling and taste. It tastes better than any ration you could get out of that machine!"

And both of them laughed.