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The Training Of The Senses Part 6-10 by H
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Part 6
Toshiya took another long sip of merlot, observing himself in one of the expansive floor to ceiling mirrors that lined almost the entirety of the room, before replacing the crystal goblet on the expansive cherry dining table. He was taking another lunch with one of his most favorite of companions, and glancing upwards from his place setting, he noticed the blonde man’s eyes upon him. Kyo’s visage was almost predatory, as if his intent was to devour the younger man at the opposite end of the spacious dining room, and not his own meal. It sent delightfully sinful shivers up Toshiya’s spine to be gazed upon in such a manner – like a delicious feast, ready to be taken and relished until the older one was completely sated. Again, he raised the wine to his lips, taking careful note not to break eye contact with his companion as he wet his lips sensually with his tongue before brining the decanter to his lips again. He could have sworn he heard a slight moan from the opposite end of the room. “Are you planning on attending tonight’s performance, my dear Kyo?” He queried before placing the last morsel of food gingerly in his mouth with the gold plated fork. Sighing in contentment, he pushed his chair back from the table, his hand traveling upwards to loosen his pristine cravat. “Of course, love. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, especially when the young country man upon whom my wager lies will be in attendance.” The blonde shot another erotic glance at his companion, causing Toshiya’s breath to hitch in his throat before continuing. “I am quite anxious to meet the man who is to be the ruination of our dear friend, Die.” He chuckled lightly before brining his own glass to his lips and swallowing large mouthfuls of the heady liquor. The auburn haired man smiled coyly before rising from his seat and bridging the expanse between himself and the blonde, his lithe form accentuated with every rolling step towards his destination. “Oh, and here I was hoping that you were looking forward the…” He trailed off as he reached the end of the table, slowly moving several pieces of cutlery to the side as he sat himself on the edge of the fixture and leaned in slightly, one of his slender arms reaching across the smaller man to grab hold of the opposite chair arm, effectively placing himself between the blonde and the rest of his meal. He was desperately hoping that the other man had an appetite for something on a more refined, yet carnal level. Quirking an eyebrow, the older man smirked before he stood slowly, grabbing the wrist on the chair arm and bringing it up with him as he rose; he kissed the delicate wrist seductively licking the strong pulse beneath, before letting it drop, his hands now resting on the man’s knees, leisurely parting them until he could stand between. Toshiya threw his arms around the man’s shoulders, giggling slightly as those pouty lips descended upon his own, the blonde man’s tongue slipping out to wet his lover’s bottom lip before taking it between his teeth and tugging gently. Moaning in anticipation, the younger man parted his lips willingly, entreating the other man to plunder his mouth. He felt Kyo’s tongue playing upon his teeth before making sensual circles on the top of the velvety wetness, the blonde man’s hands sliding gradually up his inner thighs, teasing with gentle caresses around Toshiya’s concealed and hardening length. “Mmmm…Kyo….more….” He whispered headily as he felt those perfect lips leave his own and travel down his neck, nipping at the sensitized flesh before soothing with sizzling licks. The younger man writhed beneath the skilled ministrations of his lover; desperately vying for greater contact as he scooted forward on the table, and circled his hips languidly upon the other man’s, delighting in the feeling of the Kyo’s ardent desire hidden below the fabric. As their trapped erections rubbed sensually against each other, the blonde man cried out, his hands flying up to his lover’s waist coat, and pulling with all his might as the mesh of fabric and buttons came undone in an instant. Toshiya purred, his hips rocking insistently against the other man’s before his shirt received similar treatment as his jacket, soon joining its twin on the floor of the dining room. Kyo detangled himself from those inviting arms for a moment, and growled feraly, as lust consumed his entire being. With one swift and violent sweep of his arm, he sent the remainder of the place ware, utensils, food, glasses and wine flying off the table and crashing onto the floor. The auburn haired beauty had barely an instant to react before the blonde’s hands and lips were upon him, laying him down on the now clear surface, his mouth traveling across the heated flesh, taking one of the tawny nipples into his mouth and biting harshly, reveling in the scream of pleasure torn from Toshiya’s lips. “Kyo…again…” He begged as he squirmed on the table, his back pressed into the cool surface, his eyes shut tightly, his breath coming in rapid pants. Kyo obliged his wish and soon the other nub was treated to the same rough treatment, causing the younger man to bring his own hand to his breeches, attempting to relieve some of the delicious ache by grasping his length through the fabric. “Please, allow me.” The blonde smirked as he grabbed the younger one’s hand and pinned it to his side as his lips traveled down the well muscled expanse of his lover’s stomach, his tongue running exotically above the velvet waistband, causing the other man to whimper in frustration. Toshiya did not have to wait long for the blonde to keep his promise, as he felt deft fingers undoing the laces of the confining article before his hand was released in favor of completely discarding the trousers, along with his stockings and shoes. Kyo stood back for a moment and admired his handy work. Toshiya was flushed, panting, his skin aglow with a thin layer of sweat as he lay prostrate and deliciously nude upon the dining table, his large, turgid organ quivering slightly with the need for contact. With a devious smirk, Kyo left the younger man’s side for a moment, resulting in a moan of protest from his lover. Crossing the room, he removed a rather long piece of satin ribbon from around the edge of the draperies before returning to Toshiya’s side. The auburn haired man reached out his arms toward the smaller one, entreating him to continue his ministrations, but instead he was caught around the waist, and quickly made to stand on his feet. Before he could protest, however, he was being turned around and pushed back onto the table, his sensitized nipples hardening even further upon contact with the chilly surface. He wiggled his bottom suggestively as he felt his arms being pulled behind his back, bent slightly, than placed one on top of the other, his fingertips now touching opposite elbows. Delightful shivers invaded his being as he felt the cool satin ribbon begin to wind around his upper arms, then down to his forearms and over his hands before being fastened in a neat bow right above his spine. He pulled uselessly at his bonds, loving the way the fabric caressed and constricted at the same time. The blonde admired his bound captive, running his hands over the slender shoulders, down his arms, down the small of his back before centering his attention on the luscious backside. Slowly, he dropped to his knees, kissing over the expanse of the silken flesh before parting the globes, and letting his tongue delve in between. “Kyo!” The younger man screamed as he felt the moist tongue flick insistently over the tight ring of flesh as he trashed uselessly upon the table, his dripping erection pressing painfully into the ornate side as his legs quivered in anticipation. He sucked in his breath as he felt one nimble finger enter him, searching languidly for his innermost spot of erotic delight. The older man continued to lick over the creamy expanse of flesh as he worked another finger past the tight ring and into the searing depths. Suddenly, a glint of light from the corner of his eye caught his attention. He smiled wickedly for a moment before leaving his victim and retrieving the shining item he’d previously discarded. “What…what…are you doing?” The bound one whispered breathlessly as he felt those marvelous digits leave him and his lover move away. He didn’t have long to wonder, however, as soon he felt a light tickling teasing the small of his back. Moaning, he pushed back slightly into the touch, not yet realizing what his lover had in mind. He turned his head to the side, gazing at his own nude, quaking, bound form in the wall mirrors, pressed exotically against the table with his lover behind him, looking at his form with sinful determination, his erection pressing urgently against his breeches, gold place setting pursed between his fingers. The simple sight of the act made the young one moan and beat his hips against the wood. It was hopelessly erotic to watch everything that was happening, and was going to happen to him – hopelessly erotic to see his lover’s face awash with unadulterated passion. Kyo grasped the handle of the fork tighter, and brought it down upon the pale flesh again, this time a bit harder, letting the metal prongs leave slight reddening streaks in their wake as he manipulated the instrument over his lover’s back and onto his firm ass, drawing criss-crossing patterns as the other man thrashed in rapture beneath him. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” Kyo moved behind his lover, pressing himself up against the taut backside, and leaning over his form, dotting kisses on his upper back, his hardened length pressing urgently between the twin globes as he thrust his hips forward to relieve some of his tension. “Wha…what?” Grinning the blonde resumed his previous position behind the man. “Close your eyes, and concentrate. I’m going to write it out on this luscious backside of yours.” Toshiya shivered in anticipation and did as he was told, closing his eyes as he felt the cool metal of the fork biting into his skin again. It was so hard to concentrate on the intricate script that was being drawn painstakingly slowly across his bottom; his dripping length was so painfully hard. He whimpered as the first word was completed, his mind linking letters to form syllables, syllables to form a word. He practically screamed out his approval as he deciphered the characters. “God, Kyo…yes!” “Shhhh….I’m not done yet.” The smaller man admonished, setting to work again, the swooping movements of the utensil leaving brilliant crimson marks on the pale skin. The younger man was trying his best not to squirm under such erotic treatment, since he was so desperately trying to concentrate on the words being gingerly etched into his behind. Finally, he watched in the mirror as his lover finished the final letter, and placed the fork back down on the surface of the table. His eyes lidded in anticipation, as he heard his lover disrobing behind him, and then strong hands parting the globes of his ass. Kyo’s breath hitched in his throat as his dripping cock nudged at the other man’s entrance, and with a quick thrust of his hips, he began to sink into Toshiya’s tight body; his soul singing with repressed passion, now finally freed. The younger man’s eyes shot wide open, and focused on the mirror, moaning in complete submission as he saw the look of complete and utter bliss on the blonde’s face when he entered him completely. Kyo’s head was thrown back, eyes shut, and mouth slightly open, panting as his strong hands gripped his lover’s slender hips. Kyo pulled back to the hilt and paused, waiting for his lover to become frustrated, desperate, a creature ruled only by carnal lust as he simply teased the small ring with tiny thrusts. He didn’t have to wait long before Toshiya was using all his strength to try and push back onto his lover’s length, needing it inside him now more than he needed anything. “Kyo….please….” He pleaded desperately, tears beginning to form on the edges of his eyes, his own aching length dripping and pressing harshly into the wood. “Please…” Again, he entreated, watching his lover’s slow, controlled, and tortuously erotic movements in the mirrors. The blonde stopped all together for a moment. “Well, since you asked so nicely my sweet.” And with that said he grabbed Toshiya’s hips roughly and thrust into him mercilessly. Again and again, his powerful hips drove into the sizzling channel as his hand snaked underneath the table’s edge and grabbed hold of his lover’s neglected cock. “God…KYO!!” The auburn haired man screamed as he began to buck furiously against the dual sensations. Kyo’s cock hit the small bundle of nerves deep inside of him over and over again, causing him to scream in ecstasy. “Oh please, more!” He begged shamelessly as the strong hand fisting his length began to move in time with each powerful thrust. “Anything you wish. Anything you desire.” Kyo complied readily, pistoning his hips faster and faster, continuing to aim with precision for the spot he knew would send his lover over the edge. Toshiya’s mind began to swirl, every cell in his body felt like it was ablaze with pleasure. He bit his lip hard, trying to prolong the incredible sensation as long as he could as his chest slid easily across the wood table with every movement of his lover’s hips. “Harder!!” He cried out, but it sounded almost like a murmur he was so breathless. But his lover heard him, pulling out again all the way only to ram back into the tight depths with renewed force. The blonde focused his attention on the mirror, his eyes locking with his lover’s as he pounded deeper and deeper – the sheer look of euphoric intoxication on the younger man’s face was enough to drive him over the edge. With a last, long thrust, he cried out as he emptied his seed into this love’s depths, feeling Toshiya constrict even further around him as he too found completion, his passion spilling over Kyo’s hand. A few moments passed, the only sounds emanating through the hall were those of shallow panting as the two lovers attempted to return to reality. Slowly, Kyo removed himself from the beautiful creature below him, and untied the satin bindings. Toshiya stretched his arms out languidly in front of himself before pushing his still trembling form off the table, turning to his lover before being enveloped in that warm embrace. “I have to go….” The younger man remarked as he felt the arms leave his waist as the blonde bent down to retrieve his lover’s clothes. “I know. But I shall see you tonight.” The blonde smiled as he handed over the pile of clothing. “Yes, and I guarantee it will be quite a show.” Toshiya winked before leaning in for a final kiss. ___ The diminishing light through the sheer draperies in his boudoir signaled to the young country man that it was time to dress for the theatre. He had taken a simple meal by himself earlier that evening, being informed by the servant Shinya that his cousin had things to attend to, but the young man assured him that Die would return in time to leave for the night’s event. Kaoru was quite pleased to have a moments reprieve from the cruel man, and gratefully accepted Shinya’s offer to join him for a small supper in the servant’s kitchen. Idly, he flipped through a few more pages of his tome of pious affirmations before setting it aside and moving gracefully towards his wardrobe. Opening it, he perused the contents momentarily before grasping his finest waistcoat, dress shirt, and breeches from its depths. He wanted to look immaculate, perfect, refined – this being his first introduction to polite society since his relocation to the city. A buzzing excitement took hold of his belly, as he breathed deeply, forcing himself to disrobe slowly; drawing out the anticipation to its fullest degree. ‘The theatre…’ He sighed contentedly to himself as he slid the pristine, white silk shirt over his arms and chest. Picking up the velvet breeches, he slid them on in similar fashion, securing them tightly at his waist, his fingers fumbling slightly with the ties as he attempted to will them back into obedience. From the time he was small, his mother had often told him about the grand theatre performances she had attended in her youth – the young men dressed in fine, tailored clothing; their crisp white gloves covering their slender hands – the young ladies of society, clothed in the finest of gowns, some of imported silk, satin, and hand spun lace. Not to mention, the performance itself, sometimes a humorous vignette, sometimes a staunch morality play, other times a work by one of the modern playwrights of the time, and still other times a work of tragedy by an ancient Greek scholar. Each option thrilled the young man to no end. That was one drawback in not taking his meals with his cousin that day – he’d meant to ask the man what sort of play was being performed this evening. Although disappointed at first that he’d not yet encountered the rouge aristocrat for that particular purpose, he’d managed to convince himself that it was better to be left guessing; the unknown would only increase his anticipation of the event. The waistcoat slid easily over his slender frame, and he fastened it briskly while observing his form in the mirror. He was almost startled himself to see the distinguished young man staring back at him from between the ornate frame. Nodding once in acknowledgement of his reflective twin, he smiled gratefully to himself before retrieving his gloves from atop the dresser, and sauntering out into the hallway, and down the stairs to meet with his cousin. Die was seated in the small room off to the side of the entry way - the first room Kaoru had met him in just the other day. The taller man was gazing reflectively into the hearth, the warm light of the blazing fire casting brilliant crimson hues upon his hair and face – embracing him with their warmth. The young country man simply stared at his companion for a few moments, taking in the site of the contemplative figure, observing his stately manner, in such a contrast to the slight, wavering smile that seemed to play upon the corners of his full lips. The redhead’s lanky frame was dressed similarly to his own; however, his cousin truly radiated with an air of aristocracy, giving the feeling that the clothes were privileged to house the body of such a noble man. This air of power, prestige, assurance that enveloped the younger man excited Kaoru. It was something he desperately wanted a part of, even when in his soul, he knew that he would never exude the aura that his gorgeous cousin did. For all the man’s faults and vices, Kaoru had to admit to himself, that his cousin certainly was a beautiful man. The man in the chair shifted slightly, his head lolling around lazily until he turned to face his cousin, eyes sliding up and down the other man’s form, drinking him in like a fine glass of cognac before smiling coyly. Kaoru blushed furiously at being caught looking at his cousin. He silently berated himself, reminding him of the horrible things that his cousin had inflicted upon him since his arrival – the cold and callus treatment that the vile man across the room was capable of if he challenged him in any way. Again, he steeled his face into a mask of cold, and calculated indifference, his body stiffening as he watched his cousin arise from the chair and cross the room towards him, stopping mere inches away. “You look dashing, cousin.” The redhead smirked as his hand reached out to gently touch the velvet encased shoulder, his feet in motion again, leading him round to the Kaoru’s back, hand now trailing down his upper arm. “Very handsome indeed.” Kaoru felt the warm breath of his cousin caressing his ear from behind, his lips scant inches from the shell. The country man sucked in his breath sharply, willing away the slight tingling in his belly that the seductive man had managed to produce with so succinct of a gesture. The rosy hue on his cheeks returned as those lips moved away from him, and he felt his cousin back up several steps, his hand now leaving his arm as he continued to walk around the stationary man, scrutinizing each gentle curve, and slight crease in the fabric of his attire, which hugged his slender frame so seductively. Die licked his lips, resisting the urge to caress the pert bottom that peaked out so enticingly from beneath the hem of the waistcoat. Finally, he returned to his previous position, standing in front of his shorter companion. “Shall we?” He queried, extending a graceful arm, cocked at the elbow, an invitation for the still blushing country man. Kaoru gaped incredulously at the proffered arm, but another smile and slight nod from the taller man reminded him that his fate was no longer his own, and denying the man that simple request might lead to more punishment. Mechanically he put his own arm through Die’s, allowing himself to be lead from the drawing room and into the hallway. The elderly servant was waiting for them, their over coats in hand. The younger man immediately took his cousin’s into hands, holding it open to allow Kaoru to slip it onto his form. The country man was caught off guard by the sweet gesture, his mind taking several moments to register the act and respond accordingly as Die adjusted the coat around him, then moved in front of him again to fasten it, making sure the collar was straight, and the fabric lay appropriately on its wearer. All the fussing over his demeanor made Kaoru smile unconsciously, that is until Die caught his eyes in a deep stare, holding them with the intensity of his own gaze as he returned the smile. Again, the older man blushed furiously, but his heart was beating rapidly against his chest. ___ The ride to the theatre had been rather uneventful, as Kaoru was seated next to Die in his cousin’s ornate carriage, the latter insisting on holding his hand gently through the entire journey. Upon their arrival, the redhead stepped out of the carriage first, then offered his hands to help his befuddled cousin. Kaoru’s mind flashed an inner smile at the courteous gesture, however, his face held the all too familiar scowl he was used to giving to the younger man. Now they were inside the entrance hall, ornate paintings donned upon the pristine ceiling, from which hung countless crystal chandeliers, sparkling and illuminating the smoky room. There were luxurious crimson divans and chairs aligned along the cream colored walls, with various gentlemen sitting around, politely discussing politics or sport while exhaling large plumes of smoke from black lacquered pipes, thick foreign cigars, or delicate cigarettes. Each of these men was dressed far more elegantly then Kaoru, the fact that made the country man hang his head slightly in shame. The gesture did not go unnoticed by his cousin, who stopped mid stride and turned the older man to face him. Kaoru refused to meet his gaze, but his head was soon drawn upwards by a gentle gloved palm beneath his chin. Die stared at him intently with emotion that seemed to seep inside the older man’s soul. “Kaoru, please forgive my ignorance. I should have had my tailor visit you this afternoon. I was so busy, I forgot. Please…” He paused, fingers gently caressing the side of Kaoru’s cheek, “Please, forgive me.” Against his will, the cold country man’s hard heart lurched at the sincere sentiment. His cousin had noticed his discomfort; furthermore, he’d blamed himself for the situation. Despite himself, he smiled. “We’ll take care of this first thing tomorrow, alright?” Die returned the grin, returning to Kaoru’s side and leading him by the arm across the room. “Right now, there is someone who I’d like you to meet.” As they crossed the elaborate room, Kaoru took a few minutes to observe his surroundings, as well as, the other patrons that occupied the space. Glancing around, it struck him as odd that there were none of the fairer sex to be found. He quickly dismissed this notion, assuring himself that the women, being prone to folly and strange behavior, were most likely secluded in another room, discussing marriage prospects and the current scandals that ran rampant through their polite society. He had been told by his mother and his nanny that women were wont to discuss such frivolous matters among themselves. The crowd cleared as they sauntered towards the far wall of the room. Kaoru noticed a familiar figure, his tall frame visible amongst the crowd of fashionably attired men. Soon enough the man came into view, his pristine suit seemingly caressing his lithe body, his auburn hair neatly tied back with a cobalt ribbon. He was smiling and chatting to another man, smaller in stature, yet equally as dashing with a shock of blonde hair, full, inviting lips, and a demeanor that seemed to radiate with raw sexuality. Kaoru’s breath caught in his throat as the two men noticed he and his cousin’s approach, and the blonde man regarded him with an almost feral, seductive smile, his eyes ablaze with a deep, inner passion. “Kaoru, I would like to introduce you to Kyo.” Die unhooked his arm from his cousin’s as he proceeded with the perfunctory introductions, himself giving the blonde a curt and polite smile and a slight bow. “It is an honor to meet you, Kaoru.” Kyo’s melodic voice seemed to gently embrace the country man’s ears as he extended his palm, and it was received by the small man; taking it into a firm handshake. “I have heard much about you from my dear Toshiya.” The man nodded to his taller companion. “I am told we are to be graced with your company for a nice amount of time.” Kaoru was unsure of how to take the last phrase, but he nodded politely while trying to discern a reaction from his cousin out of the corner of his eyes. “I’m afraid I have heard nothing of you sir. I do humbly apologize.” The older man stuttered, unsure of how to phrase his statements in this new setting. “Ah…” Kyo laughed heartily, staring coolly at Die as he continued. “Of that I am glad. I wouldn’t trust your dear cousin to speak very highly of me.” With a devilish smirk, his eyes left the redhead, returning to the shy man in front of him. At this Die laughed as well. “Oh, I’ve learned my cousin has quite the wits about him to discern the truth.” He spoke enigmatically, but a callous glance from the short man affirmed that he’d hit the mark, although his poor cousin looked completely at a loss. Toshiya noted the discomfort in the older man’s face. “Come Die, I have a matter I wish to discuss with you in private.” Turning seductively to the blonde man, he placed a slender hand on his shoulder. “If you’d be so kind to look after Kaoru, my dear, we shall join you shortly.” Kyo grabbed the hand, turning it over and lightly kissed the center of his palm before releasing him with a sigh. “Of course. I’m sure we’ll see you very soon.” Again, Kaoru noted that sly and distinctly sensual smile play upon the blonde man’s lips. Toshiya and Die took off across the room together, leaving a still rather unsure looking Kaoru alone with Kyo. “Come sir.” The smaller man gestured with his palm towards the wall where a small bar stood. “Let us drink together before the start of the show.” Kaoru gave a swift yet courteous bow of affirmation before leading the way towards the oak bar. He failed to hear Kyo’s next sentence, said in barely a whisper above the din of chatter that enshrouded the room. “I’m quite sure that you are going to need it.” Kaoru waited to the side of the bar as his companion retrieved a couple of drinks. It was against his better judgment, but he found himself scanning the crowd, looking for this stately cousin amid the myriad of unfamiliar faces. He had an uneasy sense of foreboding that he couldn’t quite place, a feeling that he somehow knew would be dismissed upon seeing his cousin again. The acute tension in his stomach began to force realization into his consciousness – despite all his hatred of the man; he was utterly dependant upon him. ‘Is that such a bad thing?’ His mind chimed in, unsolicited and aggressive, the simple thought causing the bubbling of anger to begin brewing in his soul again. ‘Yes!’ His thoughts warred against each other, increasing his agitation, his eyes continuing to scan the expanse of the room. ‘He’s deceitful, immoral, disgusting, vile, cruel, incorrigible…beautiful.’ The country man gasped at his final thought. ‘Where did that come from?’ He had little time to dwell on the matter as his blonde companion had now rejoined him, offering him a glass tumbler of amber liquid before leading the other man to a pair of plush chairs. “So, how are you finding city life?” The blonde asked, sipping on his own glass of scotch while observing the older man over the rim. “It has been interesting.” The country man answered honestly, but as soon as the words left his lips he began to regret them. They sounded a bit impolite, not to mention hardly agreeable. He frowned and bit his lip. “Is it?” The blonde practically purred as he leaned in closer, ensuring there would be no eavesdroppers. “And tell me…has Die taken you to his bed yet?” Kaoru had been sipping his scotch while the other man was speaking, however, upon hearing the quite personal and highly inappropriate question he began chocking on the liquor, his face turning brilliantly red as he fought for breath. The blonde simply smiled, watching the ensuing scene with mild amusement. Finally, the older man managed to regain his senses, though his face was thoroughly flushed, now from extreme embarrassment. “I have…I have done no such thing.” He stuttered, “I find the very idea extraordinarily repulsive!” Realizing he’d said the last sentence a bit too loud, he glanced around himself nervously. Luckily, he’d caught no one’s attention. Kyo leaned back in his chair. “I heartily agree with you on that point. The man is disgusting, to be honest. I dare say he’s just using you to further his own desires.” Another dollop of liquid careened down his throat. “Now, I too have my vices, but I am not prone to use people for my own pleasures, unlike that cousin of yours. If I were you, I’d stay as far away from him as possible. I have seen this happen before…” His voice dropped low, eyes intent with contrived sympathy on Kaoru’s visibly nervous form. “I fear he might destroy you.” The country man gulped down air as he looked into the intense eyes across from him. Kyo seemed calm and collected, and little did he know, the blonde was now inwardly congratulating himself for throwing another proverbial wrench into Die’s plans. The smaller man was now certain he would win the bet, and the despicable redhead would be out of the city by the end of the season. Kaoru began to notice people milling about, slowly making their way inside the large ornate doors that lead to the theatre. He caught Kyo’s eyes, entreating him for some sort of guidance. Finishing his drink, the blonde set the tumbler on the wooden table next to him, enjoying the satisfying clink of ice against glass. “Come now. The show is starting.” He stood up, waiting for Kaoru to follow suit. “We certainly don’t want to be late. I hear it will be a rather….exciting performance.” The countryman’s heart fluttered anxiously as he received a final, sensual smile from the blonde man before following him into the dimly lit theatre.
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Part 7
“The degradation which characterizes the state into which you plunge him by punishing him pleases, amuses, and delights him. Deep down, he enjoys having gone so far as to deserve being treated in such a way.” ~ Marquis de Sade from Les Journees de Sodome “I want to put myself at your mercy, for good or evil, without any condition, without any limit to your power” ~ Leopold Sacher Masoch from Venus In Furs   It took a few moments for the young country man’s eyes to adjust to the dimly lit recesses of the theatre. His blonde companion dragged him along behind himself by the sleeve of his waistcoat, down towards the front and to the left hand side of the stage. As soon as his eyes became accustomed to the light, he noted his surrounds, visibly paling as he noticed that the interior of the grand hall looked nothing like he had thought it would. Instead of an immense, expansive hall with private boxes lining the wall to the top of the cathedral like ceiling, and multitudes of tightly packed richly upholstered seating, he’d found himself in a rather different sort of area all together. The room was small, smaller in fact than the entrance hall they’d been seated in only minutes earlier. The ceiling was low, only about 15 feet from the richly dyed black carpeting that lined the floors. Instead of rows of seating with the traditional upright, rigid chairs, there were multitudes of small couches and divans, each large enough to accommodate at least two occupants, scattered seemingly haphazardly around the space. Finally the two reached their destination, and the blonde beckoned Kaoru to sit next to him on one of the smaller, velvet love seats similar to those found in the parlor. The older man’s eyes observed the stage curtain, made out of a black velvet of the exact same color as the carpet, so it appeared that the two simply melded into each other to the point he was not sure where one ended and one began. Hidden, obscured behind the recesses of the enveloped stage, a faint hum and oddly melodic thrumming of metal strings being harshly caressed by horse hair bows; turning his head towards the disembodied tones, the country man began to differentiate between the mesh and meld of notes, some low, brazen, intense; others high, erratic, taut, and still another set, gracefully slipping between the twain of both, completing the pallet with a somber focal nature. Intonations formed pieces, pieces formed into a picture as the auburn haired man strained harder, his ear cocked, straining to hear the sounds coming from the string orchestra that was hidden beneath dark folds of whispering fabric. Snapping back into reality via a gentle, entreating tug on his waistcoat, the young country man seated himself next to the smaller man, his spine staunchly rigid against the sloping back of the crimson couch. Crossing his legs, his idle hands began to fidget with an unanticipated tension as other patrons began filing into the theatre. His hawk like eyes scanned his surroundings, noticing that indeed all his fellow theatre goers were young men of wealth and prestige around his own age, and more surprisingly and alarmingly to the naive young aristocrat, each seemed to be sitting rather intimately with a man of similar standing. Kaoru removed his gloves, and began ringing them earnestly in his hands. Suddenly, he felt a weight on top of them, stilling them from further anxious movement, and averting his attention back to his seductively demure companion. “You seem nervous.” Kyo gave another sinfully sublime grin as he gently squeezed his hand atop Kaoru’s. “Why is that I wonder.” The blonde surveyed his companion up and down with a rather scrutinizing gaze, as if trying to read the older man’s thoughts. “I…I’m just a bit unsure of what the theatre entails, that is all.” He managed to stutter as he felt the warm palm on top of his hands gently increase reassuring pressure. “Oh, is that all?” The blonde tittered with amusement, patting the county man’s hands gently before removing his own and settling back into his seat, crossing his legs idly. “It is certainly nothing to be worried about. In fact…” He leaned forward, bringing his lips close to the pale shell of the auburn haired man’s ear, his gaze however, focused solely on the black velvet curtain. “I dare say, you shall enjoy yourself heartily. I have seen this particular piece before, and it never ceases to move me…deeply.” Kaoru jumped as the warm breath struck the side of his neck and his earlobe. A shiver of fear and oddly electrifying anticipation ran down his spine as he swallowed hard, attempting to put together a coherent sentence though his mind was racing. A quick glance to his right confirmed what he’d spied from his peripheral vision – two young men, one blonde, one raven haired were now quite ardently engaged in a passionate kiss. The taller blonde man had his head thrown backwards, exposing a long, slender column of creamy white skin that the raven haired man was now teasing with slow, erotic nips and secret whispered words of desire upon the heated flesh. The pair so decidedly and strikingly similar despite their physical attributes, in each different but precisely executed gesture, each flash of lecherous arousal that flashed through their twin eyes. As if the men had know each other their entire lives, their kindred spirits melded together in an unsanctimonious union and a decadently unholy, unnatural bond. Sensing they were being observed, the blonde man sat up abruptly, while his companion turned, locking eyes with the country man. A feral, harsh pant left his lips, so profound and penetrating it seemed to rock Kaoru’s soul, as the man smiled seductively, his tongue snaking out to wet his lips as he locked his gaze with country man, eyes searching for some deep, unbound recognition, some hint of absolute revulsion, but as he saw none, he winked and then turned, intent on continuing his previous actions upon the more than willing taller man – the man who shared his eyes, shared his sculpted cheek bones, shared his intensely hammering heartbeat. Blushing profusely, Kaoru tore his eyes away from the scene, willing himself to look only straight ahead at the velvet curtain. Something struck him about the pair that he could not quite pin down, it frightened him, it intrigued him, while somewhere inside he latched on to the inherent sense that he should feel utterly disgusted, not only because of their actions, but because of their relationship as a whole. Sinful, blasphemous, unnatural, unholy were the words that leapt into his clouded thoughts, though he did not know why. He could have sworn he heard amused laughter from somewhere towards his right, but he forced himself to ignore it. His mind was reeling, the picture of the two men in such a compromising position burnt it’s image into his brain – the two locked in each other’s arms, the blonde man with the look of absolute pleasure on his flushed features, the raven haired man with the look of utter hunger in his wild, flashing eyes. Again, those same eyes they shared. The auburn haired man swallowed hard. Kyo chuckled, having observed the entire exchange between his companion and his fellow aristocrats. “Pay them no mind, my dear Kaoru. Those two have taken the term of ‘brotherly love’ to the absolute extreme.” Shock, loathing, abhorrence quickly made their way to Kaoru’s countenance, his troubled mind again piecing together a random string of sensory perceptions, his thoughts completing the sordid equation as he stole another glance at the two, the dark haired now with his hand traveling suggestively up the blonde man’s thigh. Again, he tore his eyes away, just in time to see the opaque curtain begin to rise; the lamp lights in the small theatre begin to dim, the music from the concealed strings beginning to thrum louder, permeating the air with a tense, terse, almost macabre and violent melody. As the burning effigies faded into apparent blackness, the older man discerned a figure appearing to the right of the stage. He blinked his eyes several times, finally allowing them to adjust to the darkened state of the room. The graceful figure entered slowly, lithe movements of each slender yet well toned appendage giving an air of absolute control and confidence. Kaoru’s breath caught in his throat as he observed this person, an ornate carnival mask covering his eyes with feather plumes of violet, midnight blue and black peeking out from behind the folds of the disguise, obscuring the whole of the head. His eyes traveled lower, to the ornate leather bustier that encased the torso with leather straps that ran flawlessly from the outside of his chest, looping gently over the well toned shoulders, while several other straps continued upwards from the front of the ensemble, over the collar bone, attaching finally to a neat, black leather collar. Realization began to invade his consciousness – this person was undeniably a man – his lack of a chest and prominent adam’s apple confirming the young country man’s darkened suspicions. Man or no – Kaoru found him undeniably beautiful. His eyes continued to roam down the taut form, gently caressing the silken folds of the multi-layered translucent skirt, the colors perfectly matching the plumage of the mask above. Beneath the folds of fabric, he noticed the man’s legs were encased in tall leather boots, reaching delicately, and encasing the flesh up to his knees. The older man was visibly trembling, a cruel yet alluring mixture of anticipation and fear entering into cognition as he saw the man bow elegantly before beckoning with an outstretched palm to a shadowy figure obscured by the edge of the stage. He felt his blonde friend grab his knee tightly before leaning over and whispering in his ear. “So now…the show begins.” The shorter man cooed before sitting back up, his dark, smoldering eyes transfixed by the beauty in leather and silk. Kaoru swore he could hear the man’s breaths coming shallowly as he raked his inadvertently lecherous eyes down the figure. Again the obscured ensemble increased in tempo, notes slicing through the heavy air like knives, punctuating every beckoning movement of the opulently dressed man’s statuesque form. A hush fell over the room, so grandiose in its gesture that it could be heard above the chilling music as an unseen hand presented the elaborately dressed figure on stage with a slender leash of leather. The man smiled seductively as he took hold of the loop of the handle and pulled roughly. Very soon after, a figure appeared at the edge of the stage, his lean body crouched deliciously on his hands and knees, head bowed low in a carnal compliance, crawling humbly towards the center of the stage. A few stray feathers fell against the stunning cheeks of the upright man, caressing his smirking visage in a feigned innocence as he tightened his hold upon the leather strap, leading the prostrate figure closer and closer to him, the crawling man inching forward with a marked hesitancy, his whole body seeming to tremble with an unseen force, a remarkably stirring and powerful vigor. Swirling, desperate melodies seemed to encircle the pair, frantic notes dancing upon every solitary centimeter of their exposed, creamy flesh as the crouched figure paused submissively at the tall man’s feet. Words, spoken in a mere whisper left the standing man’s mouth, each syllable dropping softly from pouty, pale lips before dissipating, melding with the composition playing a disembodied sonata, somewhere unseen behind them. But the words were comprehended, processed, obeyed by the man on the floor as each seductive roll of his slender hips brought him closer upon the man’s leather incased feet, a tentative tongue darting out to wet the perceptible segments of his eager lips. Kaoru’s unsolicited trembling increased as his blonde companion moved in close, hot, pointed breath striking the shell of his ear. “He is ensuring that his slave is ready to obey even the most crass and degrading of his commands….watch…” Kyo soothed, honeyed tones dripping from vampiricly poised lips. Vaguely, he registered the husky intonations of the seductive man at his side, although his eyes were fixated forwards, watching in an appalled awe as the leather incased head of the crouching man bent down further, that same scorching tongue urgently pressing outwards, forwards to the slick black encasements that surrounded the upright man’s feet, searing inches of velvet lathing across the tip of the toe, pausing only briefly before continuing up the soft expanse of lambskin, until he had breeched the entire length from toe to the top which tightly hugged the warm flesh and ceased in a rigid, double fold before reaching the pale knee. Quite suddenly, the elegant figure gave a harsh and succinct tug with his hand, action pulling leather, leather pulling tightened flesh, tightened flesh removing breath; a perfectly culpable and precisely executed gesture which caused the helot’s lungs to expand in a trivial protest, clamoring desperately to his feet in order to avoid further constriction of his wind pipe. Raised upright, head still bowed low in acquiescence, never daring to meet the amused eyes of his tormentor until a strong, a commanding palm grasped him firmly under the chin and pulled his visage up and forwards, slender fingers wrapping mercilessly around the contours of the leather clad jaw, turning white from applied pressure. The naive aristocrat could not help a slight moan of utter malignant, dark empathy and deviant arousal that escaped his throat; watching as the firm lips of the preponderant man pressed urgently upon the concealed man’s, sizzling, urgent tongue roughly forcing it’s way between manipulable twin flesh crescents, causing the obscured yet lucid length below the folds of his fabric ivory sarong to take on a more pointed and desperately entreating demeanor. The curtain to the left side moved again, revealing a large ‘X’ shaped construction, one of wood with small leather loops protruding from the upper and lower quadrants. The upper straps of leather appeared to be on some type of lever system behind the wood flanking. It was of proportionate size, length and thickness to stretch a man to his capacity, leaving him utterly supplicant, like some medieval device of unbridled persecution. Kaoru looked in utter confusion upon the scene; however, his blonde companion followed his eyes, interjecting his tumultuous thoughts with a bit of insight. “I see you have noticed.” He smirked, leaning towards the auburn haired man in an almost conspiratory manner, his eyes flashing with a precarious fire. “That is a St. Andrew’s cross. There are levers and notches behind the wood so that the Master can adjust the height of the restraints to fit the stature of his…” He paused, licking his lips gingerly, his mind faltering for the correct word. “…play thing…” “Master? Play thing?” Kaoru stuttered, his eyes now nervously observing the pair on the stage again. “Why yes. You see the elaborately dressed, stunning creature up there.” He motioned with a slight nod of his head, his blonde locks falling into his beautiful face. “Ye..Yes.” “Well, my dear Kaoru. I suppose you would call this a ‘Passion’ play. And that gorgeous man is what is known as the Master.” Kaoru shook his head vehemently, “Passion plays are those about our Lord and Savior. That man looks nothing like him.” And yet, somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, he made the obtuse connection, the willingness to die for one’s sins were so akin to submission to another fully…completely, imploring for some form of erotic salvation. He had experienced this only too recently, his mind wandering back to his almost horridly sublime punishment at the hands and by the harsh riding crop of his stunning cousin. His own breath hitched at the thought, though his mind rallied against him. Kyo shushed him quickly. “Please, just watch.” He whispered, his hand slowly moving up the older man’s inner thigh, teasing in unnerving but most welcome sensual circles. He fought hard against his own lascivious complacency, coercing his eyes to focus back on the stage where he noticed the beauty in leather now fastening the other man’s wrists to the apparatus, stretching the taut muscles of the slender arms to their seeming breaking point, flesh of the tender undersides kissing the wood almost reverently as his torso pressed flat upon the wood crossbeams, the bound man wincing, whether in pain or pleasure, or a decadent mixture of both was unknown, as pliant leather restraints were pulled unyieldingly over slim wrists. The man who was being secured had a dark leather mask over his face, with small holes for his eyes and mouth exposing his unblemished, creamy skin beneath. His hot pink tongue darting out between the folds of fabric, wetting his flushed lips restlessly; the back of his head was equally as obscured by a long flap of leather running from the crown of his head, kissing the lower part of the nape of his neck. The man was completely nude, save the mask, and a small white swatch of fabric that was tied loosely around his trembling, undulating waist. Kaoru could not help but sigh at the confined man’s beauty. He was taller in stature then the Master, although not by much, his milky skin seemed to glisten beneath the glow of the stage lamps. The country man focused on this figure, watching the slight roll of his sculpted chest as his breath came in rapid pants as his legs were fastened to the bottom legs of the cross, muscles quivering but tensing, effectively splaying his form, his stomach pressed up tighter against the cross in the wood as he was stretched upon the ‘X’ shape. Kaoru was forced to acknowledge a stirring in his most private of places, watching the bound man throw his head back slightly and moan as the leather straps were drew tight over the sensitive skin above his delicate ankles. Although he could not see the man’s face, he felt a strange connection to him, something deep and secret that he couldn’t quite acknowledge, but something that made his own breath quicken as he watched the Master wheel out a wooden table about the height of his waist, and place it behind him. The beautiful man brushed a few stray feathers from his face, allowing Kaoru to view his sinful lips, contorted in a vicious smirk as he held up each wicked implement at hand upon the wooden platform, presenting them to the rapturous and approving crowd one by one, svelte fingers cosseting the length and breadth of each singular agent as he raised them up, even with his collected, leather bound chest. The man on stage moved towards the bound man, tilting his encased head backwards and whispering something in his ear that caused the subdued man to moan audibly, the intensity of his intonation causing the country man to mimic the moan himself, though to a lesser degree. The hand that was traveling up Kaoru’s inner thigh paused, almost contemplatively as the blonde again leaned in close, his observant eyes honing in upon the turgid length of the young country gentleman that was now pulsating hotly beneath the velvety fabric of his confining breeches. He stifled a moan of wanton longing, seeing the beautiful, unsophisticated creature in such a state of arousal, his disconcerted and disquieted eyes unwavering from the scene unfolding before them. Husky, whispering voice inflamed with desire left the smaller man’s supple lips. “The Master just told his slave what he was going to do to him…” Kaoru’s head turned quickly to his companion, eyes meeting eyes in a dance of befuddled comprehension coupled with a keen and burning intrigue. “Wha…what did he say?” Intense curiosity got the better of him as the syllables stuttered from his mouth, voice low and intense; the deep, penetrating, constant, repetitive intonation of the upright bass of the orchestra vibrating through his entire body. However, he observed that the man’s eyes shifted slightly, intent on gazing upon a far more interesting and palpable endeavor, as they broke the fixed stare and again traveled downwards; Kyo licked his lips unconsciously, his mind’s eye already stripping the despised trousers from the delicate and desirable man seated next to him. “Kyo….” The desperate and entreating voice crashed down upon him like torrents of surf, imploring him through the piquant intonation for an answer. The blonde smirked, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow, meeting the other man’s eyes again, making sure they followed as he lowered them back to his original point of focus, reveling in the resplendent blush he received in compliant response as the aristocrat finally grasped the realization. His hand traveled closer to its intended, captivating destination. Scorching breath bathed his ear with resplendent sensation as his friend continued his previously discarded sentence. “He told him that he is his possession, his toy. He exists only for the Master’s pleasure; he lives and breathes to please him. He asked him to beg for redemption, beg him to be saved by his scourging hand.” Low, dark chuckling emitted from his lips as he noticed the look of utter bewilderment on his companion’s eyes – the young country man desperately trying to grasp and understand the most base and carnal of instincts. It was absolutely bewitching. The blonde man’s cock hardened with each breathless mewl he received in befuddled response. So perfect, so sensual, so willing – his lips slid into a sensual smile, his hand continuing its previous ministrations. Kaoru shook his head vehemently, willing rational thought to return despite his most aching of wanton desires. ‘What is going on with me?’ He queried himself, his eyes all the while steadfastly glued to the stage, and in particular the stunning bound figure on the cross. ‘I should be appalled, disgusted, mortified…and yet.’ His heart began beating faster, almost furiously in his chest as the Master approached the other man slowly and violently ripped away the cloth obscuring the man’s waist, leaving him completely exposed to the patrons of the theatre. Kaoru’s earlier suspicions were confirmed, seeing the man was visibly aroused by the whole scenario, his turgid member pressing urgently between the gap in the wood beams. ‘And yet…why are such sensations taking a hold of me?’ He cursed himself, his own encased cock pulsating hotly beneath his britches as he attempted to avert his eyes from the scene on stage until a ringing slap echoed through the silent hall. Immediately, the older man’s attention focused back to the pair on stage, watching as the leather incased palm of the Master began to strike the upturned bottom of the bound man, causing the skin to take on a rosy hue as the punishment continued, the beautiful Master striking his victim again and again, while the bound man threw his head backwards, his erection becoming more prominent with each successive blow to the sensitive flesh. Every so often, the upright man would pause, leaning in seductively, letting his hot breath strike the sensitive flesh of his captive’s ear, whispering words of impitious admonishment and tender encouragement, as his palm ceased the acute and brutal swats in favor of circling sensually, rubbing and kneading the tender, crimson flesh soothingly. The restrained mancipium responded erotically to each provocative syllable by whimpering desperately, hips beating out a fast rhythm against his wooden perch, seeking some form, any form of contact for his straining length. Again, the blonde man leaned forward, serving in his designated roll of ruination for the evening as translator, instructor; an almost actively participating member in the events unfolding. “He just asked if he was utterly remorseful for his grave infractions…if he will submit to any punishment, no matter how severe to be administered by his hand.” The words rang in his ears, his memory focusing on the events of the previous day when he himself was bound similarly and supplicant beneath the lecherous eyes of his beautifully sensual cousin, the milky white globes of his ass presented wantonly, his manhood beginning to stir anxiously against the wood of the small table. // “Know this, dear cousin. That any infraction that you commit shall be punishable by this means or any other I can think of that is suitable.” // And then, the scourging riding crop began it’s cruel kisses against his soft flesh. Kaoru’s mind began to reel, this man on stage, bound similarly to how he was bound, receiving the same punishment for some unknown transgression, was equally excited, indeed aroused by such brutal and inhumane treatment. He grappled uselessly to explain the situation, and yet, no plausible answers came into his mind, because he rationalized that the situation could not be easily explained by his pious thoughts and his intellectual ramblings. No…this was something deeper, something base that the very ingrained and course carnal human instincts responded to. He was helpless to watch in awe as the leather clad Master moved back again, and continued a stinging series of blows upon the crimson hued cheeks, his palm connecting effectively, sublime and jarringly with each strike. He could see the upturned lips of the man in the feathered mask each time he struck his victim’s backside, his visage delighting in the pain he inflicted as the skirts of the figure in question beginning to tent outwards with obvious arousal. Kaoru swallowed hard. ‘Is this why? Does this man feel the same way that I did because of this cruel treatment?’ Another series of stinging slaps echoed through the hall, the leather of the man’s gloves muffling the sound only slightly, as the aristocrat noticed the bound man’s member, now dripping at the tip. ‘This is wrong…it’s disgusting…it’s unholy…blasphemous!’ And yet, for each thought that invaded his mind, reminding him of the vile happenings, his own length became even harder; his own breath coming in shallow pants, in time with the bound man’s. The statuesque figure on stage sauntered back to the small table, his nimble fingers grasping another vicious implement from the polished surface, holding it up, beseeching the crowd’s approval, which they ardently relinquished, a small series of nods and cheers poured from licentious lips. It appeared to be a small board connected to a wooden handle, with a series of nails protruding from the surface, the sheen spiked metal reflecting the dim light like malicious stars as it settled upon each horrid point. Again, he turned to his victim, tapping the blunted side of the instrument rhythmically upon his leather incased palm several times before addressing his slave in a low, husky purr which was equally obscured by the increasingly frantic pitch of the orchestra. Stalking closer, a malicious glint in his lovely chestnut eyes, he ran the implement in teasing circles around the breadth of the upturned, sanguine cheeks of his toy’s ass, leaving slender crimson lines in the wake. He then tapped it against the flesh with enough force to cause the abused skin to pierce, small dots of red slowly seeping to the surface. He then moved to the top of the figure’s trembling spine, fingers tensing, tightening around the bulbous handle as the nails kissed the nape of the man’s neck before he raked it down harshly, smoothly, effectively down the length of the man’s back; vibrant, searing, excruciating lines seeping blood trailing behind the tool. The bound man gave a blood curdling scream, his back arching painfully, wrists and ankles pulling desperately against his leather bindings. Kaoru hid his eyes with his slender hand in horror, the cry of utter dismay echoing in the recesses of his mind. That is, until he heard a breathless mewl of sublime contentment resonate through the hall. Guardedly lowering his palm, his breath caught in his throat as he watched the striking Master replace the vile instrument upon the table, hips swaying sensually as he approached the bound man, his nimble, velvety tongue darting out from perfect lips as he lowered his feather crowned head, licking a hot line from base of the man’s spine to his neck and back. He dotted small kisses, and nipped almost affectionately with his teeth, his hands caressing the pale and trembling sides of his companion’s well sculpted chest before reaching around to the taut, straining nipples, taking each between his thumb and forefingers, squeezing gently, ripping another throaty cry of desire from the bound man’s quivering lips. Stooping lower, he lathed the expanse of the reddened globes, scorching tongue applying the most delicious amount of friction, the most decadent amount of stimulation. The restrained figure lolled his head back and forth, his cheeks tensing and releasing as his hips thrust forward meekly again and again, his dripping, turgid length begging for similar erotic attention. Kaoru shifted in his seat, attempting to release some of the maddening pressure on his own aching desire. Rational thought had faded into oblivion, his body becoming a connected synapse of deviant sensation as he panted, then swallowed hard. The only thought that managed to permeate his thoughts consisted of a single, foreboding sentence. ‘Die…will you do that to me, make me feel like that – like there is nothing more sublime and heavenly in this ethereal palace of desire then your hands on my body…all over my body?’ Kyo watched his companion out of the corner of his vision, noticing the obvious reaction to the goings on that were happening on stage. He leaned in close, his nimble fingers dancing up the fabric of the taller man’s breeches, lightly tickling the man’s inner thighs. “You find this…enjoyable?” He questioned, the whole while his gaze fixed upon his companion’s obvious arousal. Kaoru was startled back into reality with the words, his body jolting backwards jostling the divan. Following the shorter man’s gaze to his lap, he quickly folded his hands and placed them over his hardening length as he blushed furiously. “I…I don’t know what you mean.” He lied, God how he lied, snippets of the alluring, dominate, delicious redhead claiming hold on his entire being, the pressure from his own hands upon his member causing him to gasp harshly. Sensation forcing him to admit his most deep, guarded, sinful desire…he wanted his cousin to possess him, control him fully. Teasing fingers across his protruding hipbone reminded him of the question that still hung and danced with the music in the heavy air. “I..I…am simply watching the performance.” He stated stoically, his eyes still fixated upon the stage as the Master reached behind himself to the wood table, grasping an intricate leather flogger off of its polished surface. The country man looked to his companion helplessly, his eyes entreating an answer as to what was going on, any sort of acknowledgment to explain and codify the torrent of irrational feelings that he was quickly, utterly, undeniably succumbing to, as the master placed two maliciously chaste kisses upon each cheek before stepping backwards, lithe fingers caressing the smooth tendrils of the whip, brining it to his lips and letting his tongue rasp eagerly across the material. Kyo caught the look of forlorn confusion his friend gave him. “Shhh…it’s quite alright, I assure you. The master was simply warming up his slave’s flesh for a more…intricate treatment.” He faltered only slightly, his hand continuing to tease sensual circles up Kaoru’s inner thigh, coming closer and closer to the intended destination, as the older man repositioned his hands unconsciously, grasping furtively to the sides of the plush couch. Biting his lip, the country man focused again on the stage, just in time to see the first tendrils of the whip come down upon the bound man’s bottom harshly. He gasped but was quickly silenced by the heady moan of desire emitted by the bound slave; his own erection seemingly responding in turn, pulsating against the velvet fabric of his trousers. A solitary syllable escaped his lips beyond the fading grasp of his will… “Die”. Again, he pictured himself receiving the same gloriously horrible treatment from the skilled, deviant hands of his stunning cousin. He closed his eyes, his own backside trembling and contracting in a sinful and alluring ecstasy. ‘Die…please…take my body, do with it as you please…I only want to feel like this man, desperately want to experience every stroke, every lick, every whisper that he hears, feels…by your hands…only by you.’ The blonde noted the look on his companion’s face with ardor. The stiff, prim and proper aristocrat was flushed, his breath shallow, his encased desire pressing urgently against the flimsy fabric of his pants. Feeling ambitious, he allowed his fingers to move closer, brushing ever so lightly against the straining length as the cat o’ nine tails landed again on the crimson flesh of the bound man on stage. Kaoru gasped as the warm palm encased his length, his eyes still unwaveringly glued to the stage, whole body trembling with need, the need to be in the bound man’s place as the leather fronds again kissed the bared flesh with an audible succinct series of snaps. His mind began to wander despite his will. ‘What would it be like, to feel that on my flesh? Feeling dominated? Utterly at the mercy of another man…at the mercy of Die…letting him use me, use my body, my flesh for his own pleasure…STOP! This is wrong!! It is sinful! It is shameful! It is…’ His thoughts stopped there as he felt the blonde man’s hand undoing the laces of his breeches, slipping gently inside as his deft fingers began to fondle the taller man’s length. His head flew backwards, his eyes heavily lidded in pure ecstasy as he felt the nimble hand running up and down his dripping length. “Kyo…” He sighed as he felt a strong hand grab his jaw, tilting it towards the stage. “Watch.” The blonde commanded as the Master’s hand moved the whip in a circular motion, striking the flesh of the bound man’s bottom again and again in rapid succession, tendrils flying so quickly they whole implement seemed almost circular as he alternated with each presented cheek. The confined man was panting, mewling, thrashing against his bindings as the leather continued its vicious kisses against his aching, creamy flesh. He began to rock in earnest against the wooden flanks, seeking any stimulation of his dripping erection. The Master laughed heartily as he replaced the multi fronded whip upon the glossy finish of the table, taking a moment to admire his work by running his gloved hands gently across the man’s ass before grabbing both roughly, causing a feral scream to force its way from the slave’s lips. Again, a hushed, whispered voice emanated from those lips, pursed in a seductive, coy smile, the heady words causing the other man to whimper and plead, desperately shaking his head to and fro, back arching and relaxing, limbs pulling uselessly at their bonds. The shorter man whispered in Kaoru’s ear, “The Master just praised him for his impeccable behavior this evening. He promised that he would be awarded very…very graciously.” Kyo’s hand continued its glorious ministrations, sliding up and down Kaoru’s now unlaced breeches. The young aristocrat had forgone any feelings of wariness, giving himself completely over to the delicious sensation, forgoing any feelings of shame, or apprehensiveness as he now began to thrust his hips into the awaiting palm, his hips pistoning off of the crimson couch in urgency as he licked his lips, and his thoughts resonating with one deliciously glorious name… ‘Die’…His eyes fluttered shut briefly as he imagined it was not his companion’s hand on his turgid length, but rather, it was his seductive, sublime cousin’s, fisting him roughly, running his deft fingers upon the crown of his head, spreading the silky milk droplets over the length. The Master on stage grasped hold of another object, this time with a bulbous hilt and a long, skinny length of leather attached. Kaoru’s eyes snapped opened, and were riveted forward as he enjoyed every decadent sensation Kyo was providing him with. Raising the hilt even with his shoulder, the man in the feathered mask cracked the whip near his victim’s ear. The bound man writhed against the cross, raising his bottom upwards as much as he was able to in anticipation of the next glorious blow. ‘He loves this’ Kaoru mused through half lidded eyes, ‘He loves this as much as I loved it when Die punished me.’ Thoughts of the arrogant redhead filled his thoughts. ‘Die…you are so beautiful, so strong, so powerful…NO!!’ He attempted to rally the last of his mental reserves, but his will was rapidly waning. ‘Die is a bastard, rude, sinful, horrible!’ Again, those thoughts faded quickly as the slender tip of the whip in the Master’s hand kissed the rosy flesh of his slave. ‘He is vile, disgusting but…he is wonderful, sexy, desirable…’ “Please…more…” Came the whimpered plea of the man on the cross as another searing slap stung his abused bottom. The Master simply smirked as he cocked his hand again before another searing blow was administered, causing the slave to arch his back, his neck straining from the intense harshness of the strike. Again and again, blow after ruthless blow reigned down upon the slave, each time the bound man crying out, begging for mercy although his dripping length signaled that said mercy was the farthest thing from his mind. The country man took note of the Master as he paused momentarily, his hand traveling under the folds of fabric to grab hold of his own weeping desire, now stroking it roughly as the whip struck its mark again, the slave crying out in a mixture of agony and unadulterated ecstasy. “Say it!!” The beautiful Master commanded his voice finally breaking through the swirling, intense music as he turned the whip over in his hand, his delicate and slender gloved fingers now caressing the bulbous head of the whip while his other hand continued up and down his own length. “Say it, NOW!” He screamed as he pushed the hilt of the whip between the flushed cheeks of the bound man’s ass, rubbing it suggestively around the tight ring. “Never!!” The slave protested, all the while pushing his bottom back as much as was possible, seeking greater contact with the intrusive shaft of the searing implement. Suddenly a great cry of pain and pleasure rang out through the hall as Kaoru watched the Master unceremoniously shove the hilt into the tight ring of slave’s ass as the restrained screamed in delight. Kyo began stroking his companion faster, though he sensed the other man’s apprehension at the cruel act on the stage. He leaned in close again. “Do not worry, Kaoru. This is what he’s been waiting for all evening. He adores this…just look at how he is dripping at such devious treatment, see how he pushes back upon the whip. He wants it.” He punctuated each word with small tugs on the older man’s turgid length, “He…adores…it. He needs it.” Kaoru bit his lip, tasting the tang of blood as he observed the Master taking the slave roughly with the whip, the bound man’s head rolling back and forth upon his shoulder, moaning, panting, pleading. It was almost too much, his eyes alight with the fire of passion as the whip was removed and the levers behind the arm bindings of the slave were lowered, the Master bending over to unlace the man’s feet and pull them outwards, leaving the slave’s upturned ass presented deliciously. “Kyo…what…what’s going on?” He barely had time to voice the question before he saw the Master violently rip away his silken skirts, revealing his engorged length to the theatre. Kaoru moaned as he saw the man spread his slave’s bottom, positioning himself and smirking resplendently before he thrust himself in deeply into the sizzling depths, the bound man screaming in lust as his lover entered him completely, his strong arms straining against the bonds, his head rolling back and forth in ecstasy as the masked man began to thrust in and out of his bottom. “Please…more…Master!!” The slave cried as the Master grabbed onto his hips with increased vehemence, his fingers turning a brilliant white contrasted against the crimson skin of his lover. Harder, and harder the Master thrust, his slave pleading, panting, begging from behind his masked façade, attempting to meet his thrusts with every movement of the dominate man’s slender hips. Kyo’s hand increased it’s momentum upon the country man’s length, stroking him in time with the Master’s thrusts on stage. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it Kaoru.” The blonde man whispered, his index finger wiping the milky white dew across the head of the aristocrat’s length. “So sensual…so perfect…so sublimely sinful.” But the country man’s thoughts were consumed, alight, passionate, brilliantly clear with thoughts of his cousin, taking him roughly, causing him to cry out in delicious pain and outrageous pleasure as his hard, insistent cock thrust into him harshly, over and over again. It was getting to be too much… “Yes…” The auburn haired man panted, his senses beginning to falter as he watched the Master throw his head backwards, the whole of his body ramming into the bound man lead by his tensed hips. The sound of flesh against flesh permeated the intimate room as Kyo leaned his head in, nibbling lightly on his companion’s neck, his hand feeling Kaoru harden even further in his grasp. Little did he know, it was the blinding thoughts of his most despised enemy coupled with his own desperate ministrations taking the naive aristocrat to greater and greater heights. The country man’s rational thought had left him completely as he gave in to nothing but pure sensation. Kyo’s incredible hand upon his length, his newfound idolization of his cruel cousin the pair on stage – the Master ramming in harshly and then pulling back as his slave began to cry tears of passion beneath his mask. The marvelous buzzing sensation in the auburn haired man’s stomach began to infiltrate his whole body, setting it a light with a hitherto unknown passion as his mind ceased functioning and he gave himself over – completely and totally to sensation…to lust…to sin. Like a binded, tense cord, finally, completely, fully becoming unbound, he cried out loudly as he came hard onto the blonde’s hand as he watched the Master reach around his slave’s bonds and stroke the bound man’s engorged length a few times before the man came as well, tightening enticingly around the Master, causing him to follow into sweet oblivion. Kaoru attempted to catch his breath as he watched the pair on stage pause in seductive afterglow before the curtain was slowly lowered. Turning his head to face his companion, he noted that the shorter man was smiling in satisfaction at the stage. “Wasn’t that wonderful, Kaoru?” He asked as he brought his hand to his mouth, slowly licking off the country man’s essence, running his tongue up his fingers seductively. “I…I…I don’t know anymore!” The older man cried in despair, his rational thought now returning as he hastily began to lace up his breeches in embarrassment. Frantic scrabbles of memory gradually beginning to regain control. The blonde smiled wickedly. “And doesn’t it make it so much sweeter to know that Die was the one to bear the brunt of punishment at Toshiya’s hands. It’s a beautiful irony in my humble opinion.” The words began to register in the country man’s mind. “What are you talking about?” But deep down inside he knew. That same sinful smirk graced Kyo’s features as he chuckled, “Don’t tell me you didn’t know?!” He stated incredulously. “Please, some one so intimately equated with Die as yourself should have recognized.” Searching his companion’s face for jest, he was surprised to find none. The blonde began again hesitantly, “Kaoru, what I mean to say is that you know don’t you?” The completely bewildered look on the older man’s face betrayed any outer thoughts he was trying to project. “Know? Know what?” “Well, that the Master is Toshiya and Die was the submissive of course.” Kaoru felt ill, the treacherous thoughts swirling through him again. He had to go, he had to leave this place that very instant, otherwise he’d be forced to admit to himself that he enjoyed every single minute of that performance, even more so now that he knew the participants. Suddenly he rose shakily. “I…I have to go.” He stated unsurely as he rushed out of the theatre, hiding his face in his small hands.
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Part 8
Acti Contritionis, Acti Reparationis [Acts of Contrition, Acts of Reparation] The country man stumbled out into the rain slicked streets; his legs seemingly useless, his mind swirling desperately in confusion, eyes darting around him frantically in apprehension, wondering if all the turns of the curious bystanders eyes knew what deep and deviant secrets he now held in his heart, that he bore upon his blemished sleeve as a mark of Judas – the betrayer, the heretic, the one who shunned and scoffed at the path of righteousness to turn to that of unredeemable sin. Kaoru awaited the trial, the scourge, the crucifixion by their perfect pontificate hands. He had to get away, leave behind their accusatory glances, their knowing and shocked visages. …Deus meus, ex toto corde poenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando… [Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee and I detest all my sins] Although the passer bys were simply gazing at him with a politely amused, mild indifference, inwardly having no idea of what when on behind closed doors of the seemingly in descript building, and not giving him more that an obligatory, fading glance before returning to their own business as they continued down the cobblestone path; the country man swore he could feel their eyes burning into his very soul, ripping open his chest and exposing his most immoral and horrid of transgressions – he required reprieve more than air, penitence more than blood. Clutching desperately to the slick bricks of the building, he led himself into the alley way, his face flushing scarlet with ultimate shame and humiliation, his thoughts reeling turbulently in his mind, streaks of crystalline contrition staining his pallid, sallow cheeks. …non solum poenas a Te iuste statutas promeritus sum, sed praesertim quia offendi Te, summum bonum, ac dignum qui super omnia diligaris… [ because of Thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love] Quaking form, mind losing all sense of his bearings as the nights indiscretions played over and over again in his head like a twisted, sinful, inverted version of reverie. He clawed and stumbled his way through the darkened alleyway, his breeches almost slipping from his form due to his hasty retreat, shirt untucked, hem pressing perniciously against the velvet below, velvet waistcoat hanging open. A wretched, cooing voice stole control of his consciousness as he turned slightly in the direction of the intonations. “Hello sweetheart.” A blonde woman clad in what once must have been the most fine and exquisite cerulean attire, now faded and torn into a humbled sheath of tattered fabric, her pert nipples almost exposed through the sheer and low-cut fabric. Her make up in disarray, giving her an almost disgusting, yet innocent malignant appearance, a deep, purple bruise staining the creamy flesh around her swollen, protruding right eye. Once she realized she had caught his attention, she continued, her hands running up her emaciated sides, cupping her scarce bosom suggestively before a horse, gravely voice continued. “Looking for some company this evening?” The meager force of her words, although almost a whisper caused her body to lurch in a desperate fit of coughs as she attempted to steady herself against one of her equally disdained companions; one slender, shaky arm bracing herself against the other woman as she hacked and sputtered almost violently, sanguine droplets staining her skeletal, trembling hand. Kaoru turned from the sickeningly sad and morose site, his mouth muttering the obligatory utterances to the member if the fairer sex, regardless of his inherently violent and vehement repulsion which made his stomach wrest in protest. “No…No thank you, miss.” He swallowed hard, forcing bile back into his throat as he gave a brief nod before his tortured mind and rapidly failing legs led him further into the dark recesses of the night. A few drunk and bumbling souls stumbled towards him, their work worn faces, sullen, dirtied and inebriated met him briefly, the one short and stocky man turning to his lean companion, speaking in an overtly mocking tone. “Oh, look. One of society’s finest has wandered into our districts. How ever will he manage?” The dark bearded, stocky, ruddy faced man chided, his arm thrown over the other man’s shoulder in a gesture of undying camaraderie. He emitted a deep, disturbing laugh that racked his whole form with fervent shudders, his amused eyes glazed over in an intoxicated film. The amusement was contagious, vile, as the other man laughed heartily in similar inebriation, an equally malevolent smile gracing his darkened visage before he turned to his companion, arm still over the stout man’s form, leading them closer to the terrified country man. Finally, as they bridged the gap, cornering Kaoru against the slick bricks of a seedy and raunchy building, the amused laughter of the coquettes down the street echoing off the walls in an utterly gauche amusement, the taller man spoke, his hand reaching out and grabbing and fisting the creamy fabric of the shirt of the auburn haired man viciously, shaking the man to his very core, neck falling as if boneless back and forwards sickeningly. His sadistic smile seemed to pulsate with malicious intent, tongue slithering out through a bloodied hole in the gum where teeth once lay, flicking his upper lip before retreating back into the moist and morbid confines. “Hmm…I don’t suspect he shall manage very well at all.” The taller man chuckled before his fist hoisted the young aristocrat upwards, brining his face within scant centimeters of his own. Kaoru shuddered violently in repulsion as the man opened his mouth, vile tongue lashing outwards and lathing sin, malice and alcohol upon his fair cheek in a searing, wretched swipe. Hot, disgusting, putrid breath striking the side of the country man’s face. “He sure is a pretty one though, isn’t he?” He cast a sinister side glance to his bemused companion, his hand detangling from the shorter form, and clawing, deviant fingers now inching their way up the auburn haired man’s thigh, smearing blackened indulgence over the velvet fabric. “Please…stop…” The country man stuttered feebly, his frantic mind floundered uselessly for words that would not will themselves to his lips, caught deep within his throat by overpowering, erratic fear that now coursed through his blood as those despised digits raked over his hipbone, slipping beneath the clammy skin and fabric before squeezing roughly, grimy nails digging into milky skin. Suddenly, the hand was loosed from his shirt, quickly returning to his form, grabbing Kaoru by the neck and slamming him back into the bricks behind him with violent force. The auburn haired man’s head struck the building with a nauseating thud, hand on his throat muting a desperate, acute scream as flecks of light began swirling in his clouding vision. Mind struggling to gain some final, futile sense of control as his hand grabbed hold of the man’s wrist, tugging, prying at it uselessly as his windpipe was slowly restricted under powerful, nefarious ministrations of wicked fingers. Tears fell unrestrainedly from his chestnut orbs as he felt the other man’s hands upon the waist of his breeches, tearing at the laces and sliding them down his form as he struggled in vain against the dire perpetration; his wilted length now so cruelly and callously stroked against his will – a vile and ignominious invasion. A hazy opaqueness began to coat his eyes, lungs burning and straining for breath, body trembling, knees threatening to collapse. All was fading, transmuting into a terrifying opaque blackness. He gasped in an irrefutable, desperate time, mind repeating the pious words of faith in preparation for eternal salvation or eternal damnation. …Ideo firmiter propono, adiuvante gratia Tua, de cetero me non peccaturum peccandique occasiones fugiturum. Amen…[ I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and avoid the occasions of sin. Amen.] A blood curdling scream rang through his ears, slicing through the air and echoing off the narrow walls of the alleyway. Hands that were previously clawing at his limp flesh, fluttered horridly slowly down his pale legs, fingers brushing lightly against his calves before dissipating into nothingness. Kaoru’s fragmented mind silently assured himself that he was incapable of such voice as he fought against the darkness to open his eyes. Blurred and unfocused, he gazed upon the face of his attacker, seeing none but fear radiating through his wild eyes as his grasp loosed from the country man’s throat, a shining blade of metallic salvation pressed eagerly against his jugular. A disembodied voice spoke slowly, distinctly, trembling with extreme vibrations of pure rage. “I suggest you leave him be, if you do not want to suffer the same fate as your hideous compatriot.” Low and measured, volatile and threatening the syllables sliced into the vulgar attacker’s consciousness as he completely released Kaoru’s neck, whimpering muffled pleas for mercy as his now tearing, pertinent eyes cast a side long glance at his fallen companion who was writhing upon the dirty streets in agony, hands desperately clutching the sanguine fabric above his ribs, blood seeping out and trickling down his undulating form, melding with the rain as it washed the pallid scarlet streaks away into the gutter. The man faltered backwards, hands now lying in submission at his quaking sides, eyes wide with consuming trepidation. Finally released, Kaoru collapsed onto his hands and knees, choking and sputtering as his searing lungs felt the forgiving breath return after such a dire absence, his body slumping back into the wall, head cocked slightly, stomach threatening to proffer its contents, stinging bile seeping into, and burning his throat as fragmented thoughts attempted to piece together the incoherent proceedings transpiring by his feet. He wretched violently, gasping and shuddering as the abhorrent liquid spilt from his cracked, pale lips. A poignant and pointed reminder that his corporeal body could suffer only so much although his soul bore the crushing brunt of the malicious attack. Again, the voice of his savior cut through his consciousness, as he averted his eyes upwards. The diminutive blonde’s blade still pressed incessantly into the man’s throat as his slender, yet muscular arm guided the debased figure downwards until he was crouching, knees bent, head careened upwards to avoid the piercing steel, neck straining to its very breaking point. “Now, beg this man’s forgiveness…plead for your life.” The snide voice ripe and rich with indignation hissed out – dominating and furious. It made the aristocrat shudder. “P..Please…” The man stammered, sweat pouring in anxious rivulets down his face, melding with the coarse, black stubble of his chin; his comrade in crime forgotten as he offered up his desperate reparation. How fickle is friendship when death’s icy claws are upon one’s throat, insistent and bidding. The supplicant man continued, intonations shaky and disembodied. “Please, dear God, please forgive me good sir. Please…oh God please…” And his voice broke down into vicious sobs. Kaoru looked upon the man with a disconnected, disparaged eyes, trying to piece together letters into syllables, syllables into words, words into meaning, meaning into actions. In his confused and crucial state of mind, he could only nod dumbly, still not daring to meet the azure orbs of his most iniquitous of perpetrators. Pulling the knife slowly across the pale flesh, marring it slightly as the blade kisses the supple flesh, a slender line of sanguine seeping out as the blonde man sneered; he pointed the blade into the man’s chest before giving a quick swipe that split the fabric, steel kissing skin. “If you ever dare to touch him again. I will kill you.” His heel came up, kicking the small of the man’s back, causing him to fall forwards. “Mark my words, you will be dead.” “Kaoru, come. Let us leave this place.” Kyo spoke calmly, offering his outstretched palm to grasp the county man’s hand and hoist him up easily, cradling the trembling man against him, taking all of his weight as he wrapped his arm around Kaoru’s slender waist, holding him with as much comfort as he could, willing away the vile acts with a simple embrace. Kaoru’s hands held fast to the torn waist of his breeches as he shifted his weight further into the blonde’s strong arms, leaning on him desperately, like a life line, like a mirage in the sweltering desert – after forty days and forty nights of soul tearing trials. __ Arriving at the younger man’s stately city dwelling, an elderly gentleman held the door open as Kyo ushered the pale man inside, fingers soothing through his silky auburn locks, cooing whispered words of comfort and security as he lead them down the long corridor to the drawing room, butler following closely behind, concern etching itself into deeper lines on his sage countenance. The blonde helped his companion to the couch, setting him down gently, reluctantly releasing his hand, but not before placing a chaste kiss upon the top of his creamy hand. Turning he spoke in a hushed tone to the older servant still standing dutifully in the entry way. “Fetch one of my laundered robes. Wake Mrs. Roker and ask her if she would be so kind as to mend my friends breeches while we wait.” He smiled serenely, his voice dropping lower as he stole fleeting glances at the distracted vision on his divan. “Please tell her that I shall reward her wages generously for her time and inconvenience.” The elderly gentleman nodded and bowed slowly to his young master before disappearing through the doors, faint echoes of his foot falls down the ashen marbled hallway the only reminder of his fleeting presence. Turning, Kyo made his way to the small bar obscured in a dark oak cabinet, pulling open the on the handles before retrieving two crystal tumblers from inside and pouring a substantial amount of 100 year old Scotch, punctuating each with a splash of water, his own concoction receiving a substantial amount less liquor and more water then the one he prepared for Kaoru. The country man appeared to need the placation of inebriated release more than he himself. Kaoru’s eyes had been lazily tracing the intricate patterns upon the ornate oriental carpet, hypnotizing his mind into numbed submission with each sweeping glance. He stirred slightly as he felt a weight on the opposite end of the sofa rousing him from his reverie, causing him to turn his aching head towards the younger man in time to see him press a cool glass between his quaking fingers. It took a few moments of realization, of forcing his slender digits to respond at what should have been reflex as he willed his mind to lead his hand to grasp the tumbler. Suddenly Kyo’s soft voice broke through his consciousness. “Drink, Kaoru. It will help calm your nerves.” He prodded, giving a sweet smile and a brief nod of his head, tendrils of blonde locks falling forward and framing his cherubic face and giving him an almost sprightly appearance. The auburn haired man nodded dumbly, mechanically bringing the glass to his parched lips, tilting the tumbler slightly, letting the cool stream cascade down his throat until it turned warm and pleasant, settling in his stomach and making it tingle quiescently. He repeated the action again and again in quick succession until the last droplets were drained, eyes finally opening completely to see his companion looking at him bemusedly. As cognizance returned, his gaze searched the blonde’s visage for some explanation for the man’s quirked eyebrow and gently chiding smile until he noticed his companion’s drink was still full, amber liquid almost kissing the rim. He blushed profusely at his faux pas. “I apologize, I…I did not realize how desperately I needed that drink.” He stammered, cringing inwardly at his poor attempt at polite humor, but was surprised as his ears picked up the younger man’s small chuckle before he rose and slipped his glass from his hand before returning it to the bar and refilling it. He returned, hips swaying playfully as he handed the glass back to Kaoru before seating himself again. A brief rap at the door caused the blonde man to raise his voice. “Enter.” And with those words the elderly butler returned, carrying in his arms a plush crimson robe. Kyo faced his companion, his voice slow, measured and concerned as if he was speaking to a small child. “Kaoru, my house maid is going to stitch up your breeches for you. You can wear this robe and relax while she mends your clothing. It shan’t take long, and in the meanwhile, we can enjoy each other’s company.” There was no deeper, sinister, devious meaning behind the caring, wistful words. The country man sensed the sincerity laced in every syllable; he nodded serenely and appreciatively as the butler approached, handing him the fluffy bundle of fabric. Besides, he dare not face his bewitching cousin looking as disheveled as he did now. Out of respect for the naïve man’s undying sense of modesty, both Kyo and the older servant turned their backs politely as Kaoru slipped on the robe, and dropped his breeches, folding them neatly before coughing slightly to signal he was done changing. He settled back into the plush divan, alcohol already seeping into his senses as he handed the elderly man the article of clothing, watching as he nodded before heading out the door. The blonde sank back into his seat, this time choosing to sit in an ornate armchair facing the flushed older man. Noticing the man’s extreme discomfort at his state of undress, Kyo attempted to make light conversation. “Mrs. Roker is really a magician with needle and thread. She’ll have them mended quicker then you can blink an eye really.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small golden case and flipping it open, fingers grasping a slender cigarette before proffering the contents to the auburn haired man. Smiling, he accepted the offer, daintily selecting a slender stick and raising it to his lips as the blonde’s other hand reached out with a lit match. He inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine infiltrate his senses, and cleanse his weary soul as he exhaled a silvery plume of smoke, body and mind finally starting to relax as he removed the cigarette from his lips, replacing it with the glass of comforting liquor, and swallowing veraciously until half the glass was drained. Again, his mind scolded him for his social ineptitude. “I apologize.” He mumbled, “I’m sure you find me remarkably coarse and unrefined.” Meanwhile his heart was sinking into the cushions beneath him. He would never fit into society, not like this; his eyes looked forlornly at his embarrassing state. “On the contrary” The blonde smiled seductively as he pulled the slender stick of nicotine away from his sensual pouty lips, before continuing frankly. “I find you delightfully naïve, as well as, devastatingly handsome. Believe me when I say, I am heartily glad to have met your acquaintance.” He leaned forward, bowing slightly as he noticed Kaoru’s stumbling speech signaling that the liquor was indeed starting to take effect. Truly, he did feel sorry for the man, but a wager was a wager, and one of such utmost importance, and with such sublime consequences on the line, he had to take the opportunity as his thoughts swam with visions of Toshiya. He pressed on, eagerly watching the country man, gauging his reactions like a predator silently stalking his prey. “Tis a shame that you have to be bound so closely to that demandable cousin of yours. I have never met such a cold and callous man in my life.” He sighed dramatically as he smirked inwardly, watching Kaoru shift uncomfortably in his seat, rapidly finishing another glass. He was dangling the bait, now to ensure that the alluring creature bit, “Do you know…he was married once? That he has a child…an heir. Oh, but I shouldn’t be telling you this, I was sworn to his confidence years ago…and yet…I feel you have the right to know.” He stood, again procuring the empty glass and returning to the bar to fill it. “Wha…what?” Kaoru stammered in disbelief, choking on the last remnants of his drink, the emptied glass nearly breaking free from his grasp until it was saved by the blonde. “What happened?” Kyo returned, replacing the tumbler in the man’s palm as he again settled in his seat, façade masked in one of utter disdain and misery as if his heart was lurching in empathy from its confines; biting his lip he continued. “Yes. That poor dear woman. She was sweet, intelligent, breathtakingly beautiful, but most of all…” He paused, false tears beginning to glisten in his eyes. “She loved Die. So purely, so adoringly, she worshiped the ground he walked on, but he destroyed her, broke her spirit, decimated her to the point….she is no longer with us now.” “She…is…I mean, she passed away?” Shock and disbelief warred for dominance of the older man’s inebriated features as again, the glass of soothing scotch kissed his lips and he drank down nervously. “Ah yes…” The blonde continued with feigning diplomacy on the touchy subject as he sighed sadly. “Well, you have witnessed now, Die’s sinful transgressions. And I cannot claim to be innocent myself of such vice; however, I do not have a wife and child, an obligation to discard the errant folly of my youth.” Reading the confusion written upon the older man’s face, he paused briefly before elaborating. “What I mean to say is that Die never once tried to conceal his impious affairs from her. He practically flaunted his young, beautiful male lovers in front of her, telling her constantly that their son was a product of duty, and nothing else. Oh how he despised his wretched offspring.” The lie was palatable and pleasing, and Kyo watched as Kaoru drank in every dishonest drop, leaving its lingering, bitter taste upon his soul. “She tried, God in heaven, she tried to make him love her, if even only a fraction of how she loved him, but he scorned her with chilling disdain, and at times violent, banal cruelty until…God rest her soul, the fragile creature broke under the weight of his utmost hatred.” He masked a smirk as he stood to refresh the country man’s drink, mind not faltering for a moment as he continued as the sinful brew struck the bottom of the glass. “After that, Die shed not a tear for her loss. He was jubilant at having fulfilled his societal duty, celebrating after her funeral in the arms of one of his lovers before hoisting his son off on her inconsolable family members like a repugnant piece of refuse.” His mind was chiding him to cease, but his heart urging him to continue as he observed the distant and desperate look upon the older man’s face. “His disgust for the boy so extreme that he left his home, settling in the city and starting, as he so quaintly and maliciously called it ‘a new life’. He has not spoken to his heir in three years, refusing to return the small child’s scribbled letters, pleading for his father to return. He throws them into the trash before opening them.” If revenge was a dish best served cold, deceit was the ice, and falsehood the plate. Kyo congratulated himself inwardly as he assured himself that now the redhead would most definitely be leaving the city at the end of the season. Centuries seemed to pass as the two men fell into an uneasy silence. Kaoru’s eyes shifting nervously, anxiously as he mindlessly drank down glass after glass until his vision began to fragment, and accusations of his cousin’s transgressions faded away with each potent sip until he was left wondering, if anything, how he had even arrived at the blonde man’s house in the first place. He looked around himself in utter confusion – what had transpired that evening – he desperately tried to recall, but again and again he drew a blank. A few more eternities and the butler entered again, handing the recently mended garment back to the auburn haired man, turning politely as Kaoru fumbled to replace them on his form before falling back roughly onto the couch. Finally, his slurred voice shattered the still as he stood on shaky legs. “Kyo, would you please take me home now.” __ He watched in a foggy detachment as Kyo’s carriage pulled away from the curb, feet falling over one another as he fell onto his knees harshly, but feeling no pain, only a distant and untouchable and vaguely unpleasant sensation as he stood up again, swaying to and fro before stumbling his way to the door. Suddenly, it was opened, and a worried Shinya appeared at the entrance. “Kaoru!” He gasped in shock as the auburn haired man fell forward, collapsing limply in his arms. “Come on. I’ll take you to your room.” He sighed as he hoisted the drunken form into his arms and carried him up the stairs. Once they had arrived, Shinya shot a passive and knowing glance at the figure seated in front of the fire before he dutifully disrobed the intoxicated man on the bed. He noticed that Kaoru’s breeches had been recently stitched but gave the matter little thought as he stripped the man naked before crossing the room and pulling a pristine dressing gown from the confines of one drawer. However, upon his return, he realized the country man was pleasantly slumbering sweetly a top the sheets. Sighing, he placed the fabric gown next to his form and silently left the room. __ It may have been minutes, it may have been hours, but Kaoru awoke. Laying pleasantly intoxicated on the bed, his mind wandered back to the events of the previous days, his sensual encounter with the redhead in the study, having his creamy ass whipped into rosy submission at the hands of his alluring, deviant redheaded cousin. The theatre performance of that evening, watching in sinful seduction as the hitherto unknown participants took each other to new heights of arousal and desire through pain; suplicance that gave way to unabated passion, his own deep, restrained, stifled and desperate want equally quelled by his blonde companion’s glorious hand. His sex began to stir for the second time that evening, soon standing upright and rigid, dripping milky dew and gleaming in the luminescence that played upon it with gentle, teasing, flickering fingers of firelight. He bit his lip, suppressing a moan, his mind willing his hand to remain motionless and contrite; however, his sensuous, corporeal emotions again tore rational from his mind’s contrite clutches, and of its own accord, pale fingers began to run the expanse of the taut, satiny stomach, muscles fluttering deliciously underneath, running over each hardened, tawny nipple before they returned to his lips delving decadently into his parted, wonton mouth as he licked the smooth expanse of each one, coating with moist heated need. Reluctantly he let them leave his mouth, panting headily as they traveled tracing the outline of the stately jaw, caressing the slender column of his neck, over the adam’s apple, teasing the hollow at the juncture of his collar bone, across his well toned chest, taking a moment to brush across each rigid nub, tantalizingly slow, pulling each one between his thumbs and forefingers before again they moved on, down his breast bone, encircling his navel, delving slightly into the creamy divot, leaving a trail of hot and wet as they continued south. He shuddered, gasping as they grazed across his silky inner thighs, before gently cupping each engorged sack below, mewling as he squeezed lightly, his back arching up off the cool expanse of linen below him. Long dark, ebony lashes fluttering, kissing sanguine flushed cheeks until eyes shut tight, thoughts beginning to evolve into sensation, into forbidden, risqué envisagement. Body, heart, and stirring, hungry, precipitate soul focused only on delectation, so wholly, so completely that he failed to recognize, to acknowledge a slight stirring from the seat in front of the hearth, an unknown, shadowed figure with lust laden eyes, drinking in every delicious, intoxicating moan that left the older man’s lips, his own length pressing urgently upon his breeches, breath quickening as he observed the nimble hand of the man on the bed grasp his trembling sex, fingers running over the tip before completely enveloping the turgid length with his palm, emitting an almost feral scream. He watched in bewitching, encompassing ardor, fingers moving quickly, silently to discard his velvet waistcoat, letting it fall soundlessly to the floor, the once pristine white dress shirt, now unlaced, untucked, exposing a large stripe of creamy toned chest, and one straining, pointed nipple, aching for contact; his hair, ruffled, unkempt, several unruly strands falling into his gorgeous face while the rest remained secured at his neck with a loose, opalescent ribbon. Kaoru’s inebriated mind remained blissfully oblivious to his voyeuristic companion, as his hand continued up and down his member, hips now thrusting off the bed gently, rhythmically seeking greater friction with his welcoming hand, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on his breathless form. His velvety pink tongue licked a searing line across his upper lip, his mind completely swimming with alcohol, but more deeply, more secretly with thoughts of the sensual redhead, his fingers continuing to tease and torment his cock. “Die…” He whispered huskily, completely unaware of the other person’s presence, body too forgone in sensation to notice, lips moving of their accord, syllables dropping from his lips like forbidden honey - sweet and sinful, dancing in the heated air, melding with the fire light. “God…Die…yes…” In his mind’s eye, the redhead was whipping him again, as he struggled uselessly against him, but this time he was thrown over his knee, his hot sex trapped between Die’s creamy, naked thighs, as blow after sizzling blow was administered to the tender globes of his ass by the redhead’s strong palm, the younger man’s erection rubbing creamy liquid on his taut, toned stomach. He squirmed, the friction only increasing the core and carnal pleasure of his position, he screamed in defiance, although his ass wriggled invitingly, praying for more stinging, forgiving blows of contrition. “Die…oh please…subdue me….violate me…break me….” His fingers teased the crown of his aching desire, smearing sticky white over the head as he pinched it gingerly, breath hissing out through clenched teeth. “Die…god…take me…use me…make me yours…” Rational thought left him, the fuzzy warmth permeating his body through his stomach, sending lightening into each nerve and synapse of his trembling form. All he wanted, needed, desired was the redhead, his body upon his, his dripping length in him, controlling him, bending and breaking his rigid, upright, morally compliant and pure will until he was no more than a creature of wonton lust. His hand flew with furious speed over his quaking cock, hips now pumping urgently, insistently off the bed, tense muscles of his ass contracting and releasing with every potent piston that brought him closer to the edge. So lost was he in his desires, his intimate reveries of his cousin, that he failed to notice the bed shift slightly, until he was caught by the wrist by a strong, powerful, dominating grasp that made him gasp and instinctively arch up, the man’s hand effectively stopping any further ministrations and causing his flushed form to bolt upright, eyes searching frantically, desperately trying to piece back the cogniciance that had so rapidly fled. Shock, humiliation, horror eventually attempted to consume his palling visage, but was effectively halted by the lilaceous liquor that flowed through his veins, and the lascivious thoughts that controlled his form. He sat up slightly, neck and upper back arching up, muscles straining, eyes entreating some form of explanation for the his beautiful cousin’s presence. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to say, what to do, the man he was just fantasizing about so decadently, so deviantly was now upon his bed, looking unruly, unbidden, untamed – wild and desirable. Die was the perfect picture of unbridled lust and sexual prowess, long strands of his crimson tresses caressing his slender neck, over the pale shoulder exposed by the shifted fabric of his shirt. It should have disgusted him, appalled him, but instead he found himself unable to do anything but recline back upon the down pillow, his whole body trembling with repressed need, longing, and desperate desire. He faltered for speech, watching as the man moved in closer, eyes locked with those of his cousin’s, reading every sinful thought that radiated through them. It made him shudder in delicious anticipation. “Oh god…Die...please” He stuttered, looking down at the man who was now crouched between his opened legs, prowling closer like some great felinesque figure, hips rolling sensually as he brought his lips within scant centimeters of Kaoru’s heated flesh, breath striking, hot and potent against the length; fiery chocolate eyes never leaving the older man’s as his tongue slipped out from between those full, pouty lips, teasing the dripping head of Kaoru’s erection. To shocked, to supplicant, too utterly consumed by the passion that lie in those ebony depths, he could only release a muted cry of acquiescence and subservience as that velvet wetness darted out to taste his seed, gingerly lapping at the crown of his cock, action leading to equal and opposite reaction, a sublime antecedent, as Kaoru’s restrained wrist pulled harshly as he fisted the sheets below him, his back straining into a singular, thwarted arc, ardent hiss of breath escaping his trembling lips. As quickly as it came, the inviting mouth was removed eliciting a small mewl of disappointment from the older one, his eyes flying wide entreating further action, to receive only a slow, sensual lick of pouty, reddened lips in return. “It is just as I thought...” The redhead purred, staring at the older man with teasing, devious eyes as his tongue languidly ran across his lips again, the sensual action sending sinful shudders through Kaoru’s body as Die continued in a husky rasp. “You taste absolutely delicious.” Again that sultry smile, which the older man once thought belonged to that of the devil graced the younger man’s countenance, but this time it was almost wickedly divine, almost that of an angel sent to redeem his soul, to set him free of earthly confines, to transport him to Elysium with obsidian winged flight. The younger man shifted onto his knees, lowering his body on top of Kaoru’s, coarse fabric of his shirt descending upon warm, exposed flesh, rubbing erotically over the auburn haired man’s aching nipples as Die enveloped him completely, pinning the flushed man beneath him, his satiny tongue licking a sweltering line from the man’s collar bone, up his milky sweet neck as he pressed his trapped, hard length into Kaoru’s, hips rotating with sultry, painfully exquisite friction. The older man gasped, his head arcing backwards, exposing his noble jaw line as those beautifully, sublime lips continued their path, over his adam’s apple, pausing briefly to suckle on the protruding crown of flesh vibrating headily with the low, carnal moans. The redhead slid his body further upwards, fabric that confined his dripping length roughly grazing against the older man’s turgid desire, sliding painstakingly slow, up the entirety of his length as his nipples received the similar delicious treatment from the rough cotton weave of his shirt. Kaoru’s head lolled to the side, his lips now desperately seeking contact as he whimpered, lips parted as bolts of lightening tore through his entire body. “D…Die…” He managed to stutter, eyes focusing back upon the flushed visage that was now paused over his, stray crimson locks dancing, tickling against the bare skin of his neck and face, as Die pistoned his hips forward suddenly, causing the older man to scream out his frustration longingly. One clear, succinct thought managing to infiltrate through the floating, fraught sensation – he wanted this, needed this, desired this…above all else…above even air, he was sealing his fate of his own accord, and the horrific consequences of his mortal soul be damned – he would gladly risk the tortures hell for this one, decadent, perfect piece of heaven. Hazy gaze eventually refocusing upon the redhead, lips parted in humble frantic, submission, mewls of desire escaping his throat. And then time seemed to cease, caught up within a vivid, swirling, erratic and untouchable vision as Die’s lips descended upon his own. The kiss was painfully measured at first, the redhead simply pressing his to his cousin’s, hot moist satin meeting its mate, twin crescents of flesh pressed gently upon the other. Moaning, Kaoru opened his mouth, letting the redhead take what ever he desired, as that glorious tongue eventually slipped past the opened barrier, assuaging the deepest recesses of his scorching mouth with deliberate, titillating flicks, soothing with smooth, raspy stokes, hot velvet rubbing, suckling, swiping, seeking to plunder those depths until there was nothing left – not even the faint remnants of breath. Die pulled back slightly, flushed and panting, mouth slightly opened sexily, lips trembling as air again found its way into his lungs before he paused, cocking his head and smiling with that same devilish intent. “I have longed to taste your lips so ardently…so desperately.” He closed his eyes, body trembling visibly as he pulled his lower lip into his mouth, biting lightly as he gasped, pressing his length longingly into Kaoru’s, causing both men to moan wantonly, and sending the older man to the very edge as he thrashed, writhed beneath him; his tensed hips, his dripping cock pushing back urgently. Then slowly, lashes lifted pulling heavy, lust laden lids, leaving his almond eyes exposed; radiating the purest adoration that caressed his cousin’s face tenderly. “You are so unbelievably, undeniably…” His speech hitched, thwarted by protesting lungs, futilely trying to regain symbiotic rhythm…finally he continued, “…breathtakingly beautiful.” The wrist that still secured the older man’s hand to the smooth sheets of the bed, now lifted it upwards, bringing it to his lips, kissing lightly before his eager mouth frantically sought out and worshiped each finger, taking each one into his mouth, panting as he lathed loving affection upon each one, pulling them into the sizzling confines of his mouth, tongue lolling around, extolling each delicious digit. Kaoru blushed, his flushed face gaining a deeper hue of sanguine at the unsolicited, violently veracious words that floated from his cousin’s lips, reaching so deeply, so potently, they stuck a melodic chord in his soul. He had scarce time to ponder the intonations, as those perfectly heavenly lips descended upon his own again, Die’s tongue delving in roughly, possessively, plundering and conquering the older man’s entire being with a single, celestial kiss. Their bodies hitched collectively, trembling and moaning in blissful unison at the ravaging force of their lips, Kaoru returning the frantic passion with equal fervor, his tongue dancing, teasing, with erotic ministrations, meeting each decadent – equally, oppositely, melding their forms together in a most perfect and fragrantly unholy unison. The thought returned to Kaoru’s failing mind ‘God, saints and sinners be damned, this is more exquisite then heaven could ever hope to be’. Die had managed to expose, to reveal, to touch, something he had hidden, had obscured, had repressed for so long – and now, as the two again broke for breath, Kaoru whispered. “Die…I…I need you….” Die shuddered at the vehement, paramount, bewitching locutions that slipped like sinfully sublime nectar from the older man’s bruised, quaking lips, and so decadently consumed his burning ears with a virile efficaciousness. “God…Kaoru…” He rasped, mind and body yearning to possess a scant bit of the panting vision’s naive purity, an overwhelming wont to see through those pontificate, humbled eyes. Another rangy thrust of his hips against Kaoru’s aching desire eliciting throaty moans from both men, so passionate and consumed in the heat and vicious breath of their incomprehensible world that had narrowed to a single, pointed stream of erotic consciousness. The redhead released his cousin’s diminutive wrist, slender fingers slipping between and enfolding silky strands of auburn, hands trembling with restrained desire as he delved back into those perfect lips; that supplicant mouth – panting, moaning, desperate, as if he had fallen into the abyss and his mind cared for nothing else but the utter pleasure and compliant completion of his cousin. His tongue tasted the heady breath, laced with the potent liquor so hastily consumed with reckless abandon by his cousin; his tumultuous soul impelling a twisted, despairingly chaste judgment back into his rationale. As much as he so exquisitely, ardently desired it, he could not take the man in such a state of intoxication, no matter how fiercely, how passionately the pleading syllables left the gorgeous man’s lips – those were not the unadulterated, pious lexis that he had demanded - unsolicited and pure – he groaned with inner, self-defeating disdain for his most despised ethics as he tore his lips violently away from Kaoru’s, mind faltering for any honorable justification. He cursed and lauded himself simultaneously, for as sinfully deviant as he himself acknowledged he was wont to be, he could not do that to this man, not to the man – he dare not think the last monosyllabic utterance – love – the simple, succinct intonation that was such the foreign and illusive creature who he had hoped so imprudently not to encounter in his life time; he was far too pernicious and damnable…far too unworthy. He shook his head, willing away the thoughts he equated simply to the current situation, the wild, undulating body twisting with need beneath him was simply playing out its effect upon his lust focused mind. Yes, that was the case…it had to be…he was incapable of anything so dire and potent as the enigmatic entity known as love. And even still, this was all just a wager, a devious bet with his most despised blonde haired adversary, wasn’t it? As much as he tried to assuage and assure himself of that poignant fact, he was doubtful as to the veracity of those thoughts anymore, not when gazing at the beguiling form beneath him. “D..Die….” Kaoru panted with quaking breath, eyes urgently entreating an answer as to why the alluring man pulled back so abruptly, bracing his straining, muscular arms on either side of his form, disheveled tresses coming completely undone with those succinct movements of his head as the loosed ribbon fell upon his back, tendrils of crimson silk falling over his luscious, pale, obscured flesh. Die swallowed turbulently, throat harshly constricting and subduing the callous lump that had found it’s home, nestling and burrowing below his adam’s apple as he slightly blinked back repressed, longing, confused tears, russet eyes averted to the ornate, ivory inlayed ceiling. “Kaoru…” He whispered shakily and untamed, his body reluctantly but dutifully shifting again, fabric raking against the taut, quivering body beneath him, loutish cloth sliding erotically over heated, sweat slicked skin as he pushed himself down the naked, aroused form, knees coming to rest between the creamy, parted thighs. He paused, his blistering, enamored gaze meeting the older man’s as his lips again descended upon the turgid, engorged length, placing a single, chaste kiss upon the dewy crown, the simple, almost innocent and reverent gesture causing the older one to howl ferally, incoherent intonations echoing through the intimate boudoir before he slid his pliant, scalding mouth over the entirety of the scorching, rigid flesh, engulfing, enveloping, worshiping his beautiful cousin’s cock. Kaoru pumped his tensed hips slightly, delving in deeper into those feverous depths with an utterly intense and wonton need. “God…Die…take me…take all of me…” He screamed, hazy mind focusing only on the efficacious perception provided by those glorious lips, that supple, teasing mouth. His slicked auburn locks plastered to his face in intricate figures; his silhouetted form flushed and vibrant with a pleasant and palatable sheen, giving him an utterly wild, submissive and unbidden appearance. He drew his lower lip into his mouth, teeth sinking in to the flesh below as his head rolled back and forth atop the now dampened linen as that glorious tongue ran up and down the turgid length, tracing elaborate patterns upon the deep cerulean vein of the heated, trembling flesh, before suckling lightly upon his crown. Die worshiped and adored every titillating inch of his cousin’s cock with his mouth in the utmost veneration. His own erection pressing with acutely, painful pressure against the confining fabric of his velvet breeches, becoming harder with each unrestrained moan, desperate mewl, and erotic pant, that tore from Kaoru’s quaking, glistening lips. Again and again, he descended upon the man’s dripping desire, head moving with urgent, rapid ministrations as the older man’s hips began to thrust more ardently into the moist, searing depths, brushing against the back of the redhead’s throat. So deep it was heavenly, so fast it was blinding, so hard it was aching. The auburn haired man’s hands unlaced from the ivory sheets, running down his form, taking each taut nipple into his grasp and twisting sharply, causing him to cry out in sensual fervor, his back arcing painfully, his cock pushing so deep into the redhead’s mouth he felt his crown kiss the deepest recesses. Die simply moaned headily, heavily lidded eyes watching in decadent, overwhelmingly erotic fascination as the older man continued to pull and tug the tawny nubs, each increase of sublime pressure from those slender fingers forcing his hips off the cool fabric below, thrusting deeper into the redhead’s throat; milky seed seeping out only to be swallowed reverently. The delicious vibrations that resonated low and omnipotent from the younger man’s mouth sent vicious shudders of pure electric crashing like waves through his body. The binding, repressed passion he had for so man years contained so steadfastly, was now flowing freely, mixing, melding, enveloping and harmonizing with the sanguine liquid that coursed through his veins, as the deep vibrato tones continued to tease and torment his pulsating flesh. Kaoru shifted slightly, his head cocking languidly to the side, heavy, passion laden lids fluttering open, stealing enamored glances at the sensual redhead still worshiping his dripping cock with fervent ardor. Suddenly Die’s eyes slid open, his burning, piercing orbs locked with his cousin’s and held them as he lifted his lips off for a mere moment; the older man fought for necessary breath as he drown in those deep chocolate eyes. The redhead’s hot breath struck his rigid member, eyes still smoldering with undying lust as he whispered huskily. “Give yourself to me, Kaoru…let me taste your passion.” With that said, his mouth descended again, suckling furiously, humming deep in his throat, eyes still locked on his cousin’s. “Die…” Kaoru tried to talk, but his speech faltered, leaving only the most meager of syllables to fall like dying embers upon his lips. Bolts of white, hot, lightening tore through his entire body, his mind teetering on the brink of blissful oblivion, as he felt his cousin’s teeth gently scrape upon the entirety of his aching cock. Swirling vibrant hues swam in front of his vision as a distinct and glorious buzzing that had been steadily building up in his stomach lashed out through his form, coiling and caressing; shaking his soul to its very core. And then, the countryman was falling. Ebony eyes rolled back into his skull as his body tensed and shuddered, back arching off the sheets, hips giving a final hard thrust forward; his fingers held fast to the crimson locks as he emptied his seed into the awaiting, magnificent depths, giving a last and singularly final cry of unabated passion. “Die!” The redhead swallowed every precious drop greedily, the tempting and sensuous look of his cousin as he reached the ultimate apex of passion nearly made him follow into the abyss with out so much as a single brush upon his own length. Raging lust took control of him, dictating his actions as he arose quickly, body moving to straddle his still shaking cousin’s hips as his lips descended eagerly upon Kaoru’s, ravaging and plunder the scorching mouth as the countryman moaned, trying to keep pace with the flurry of licks, bites, and swipes of hot velvet that assaulted his lips, neck, and smooth, satiny shoulders; tasting the after image of his essence as the younger man’s mouth returned to his briefly. He cried out desperately, as he felt the redhead’s teeth sink into his flesh, with a cruel bite at the juncture of neck and collar bone, body tensed, fingers clawing uselessly at the wrinkled sheets until a more gentle ministration of Die’s tongue. All was movement, breath, sweat, and crucial, erotic passion – a potent and palatable brew that each man lapped up anxiously. Kaoru gasped as the warmth of the beloved body above him was removed, watching in a hazy fog as his cousin stood on shaky legs, the action allowing the country man to observe the eager, encased cock of the younger man pressing urgently against the confines of the fabric. The redhead’s trembling fingers grasped hold of the hem of his staunch white dress shirt, lifting off of his sweat slicked form, revealing inch after inch of tantalizing, milky, toned skin until it was completely removed, leaving his heaving muscular chest exposed to the warm air of the bedroom. To the supplicant countryman, it was the most beautiful vision that his eyes had ever set upon. He moaned audibly, desire laden tones floating into the air, his own spent member beginning to stir again as he continued watching in sensual fascination. Die smiled seductively, making pointed contact with his coffee eyes, making very sure Kaoru was watching as his hands slipped down his chest, running teasingly over his erect nipples, sending lashes of pleasure through him, fingers spread wide as he caressed his chest, down his breast bone and towards his stomach, eventually coming to rest on the velvet laces of his breeches. Quickly, slender, nimble digits unraveled the laces, pulling the taut fabric from his hips, and letting them slide down his lithe, ivory legs and drop soundlessly to the floor, fully revealing to the older man’s lecherous eyes his rigid, trembling, weeping cock. Kaoru’s stared in awe as the figure was finally before him, eyes focused in splendor upon the younger one’s aching erection. ‘God…he is so breathtakingly exquisite.’ The thought coupled with the gorgeous, naked, hard form in his vision continued to awaken his own desire. He had scant more time to ponder, to gaze in complete and utter admiration as his cousin gracefully stalked closer to the bed, leaning over anxiously and capturing Kaoru’s lips again, moaning headily as one arm slipped beneath the older man’s folded knees, and another slid under the arched, pliant back, taking the other man into his arms and lifting him off the bed, hot tongue still lathing against its twin, as their lips crashed and waned together violently, vehemently. Die hugged the shaking form to him, arms easy but tensed as he dropped to his knees, sweat slicked bodies rubbing against each other erotically as he released Kaoru onto the floor, the other man finding his balance upon his knees as the redhead maneuvered him against the side of the bed. Nipples brushed sensually against the fabric of the sheets as the auburn haired man pressed his chest into the cool expanse, hands and arms resting gently upon the top of the bed, head lolling forward onto the linen. He could feel his cousin behind him, scorching breath striking the back of his neck before lips followed, licking and nipping gingerly upon the pale flesh, causing Kaoru to push his now straining erection desperately into the side of the bed as he wriggled his ass suggestively, pushing backwards until he felt his cousin’s turgid length against one milky globe, the action eliciting a feral growl from the younger one as his teeth again sank into the flesh, marring the skin slightly, turning it crimson before it faded into a dark purple. Die smirked seductively, lips trailing searing wetness up the expanse of the pale neck before coming to rest at the creamy shell of the older man’s ear. “I will not take you, Kaoru…but your actions this evening, your disappearance, your late arrival home must be dealt with in an appropriate manner.” He purred, as Kaoru bucked with desire at each syllable, pushing his ass back further onto his cousin’s dewy cock. A single teasing nip to the auburn haired man’s earlobe was all the further satisfaction he gave as he scooted back slightly and readied his hand before brining it down in a blistering slap upon one of the trembling globes. Kaoru’s eyes shot open wide at the cruel entreaty, wetness slowly beginning to brim upon the sides of his lids as the punishing sting faded into a sublime warmth. His breath hitched as he managed to stutter “Please…Die…again…” No sooner had the words left his lips then another hot slap struck again, this time on the other globe, leaving a residual crimson palm print in its wake, the action pressing Kaoru’s cock more urgently into the side of the bed as he gasped at the resulting friction that sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. It was so glorious, so sinfully sublime to feel the redhead’s hand punishing him, bruising his flesh into complete, crimson submission. ‘How can something so immoral feel so utterly exquisite?’ Again, his inner query was dispelled by another brutal smack to his ass, causing him to cry out, trails of crystal wetness now spilling from his eyes as he shifted his hips, undulating back and forth in a silent plea for more sustained, cruel punishment. Another series of slaps rang through the room, echoing off the walls, muted only by the desperate cries torn from the older man’s throat as his ass transmuted from milky white to deep sanguine with each successive blow. Die’s warm palm stung pleasantly as he administered blow after searing blow, his cock aching ardently for contact as he delighted in the complete submission and ecstasy that he was inflicting upon his cousin. Watching in sensual awe as the beautiful man – body, mind and soul – pleaded, begged for more, and he was only too happy to comply as his palm kissed the trembling, tensed flesh again and again, harder and more vehemently with each strike. Kaoru was panting, willing his lungs to intake breath as he quaked upon the side of the bed, his knees threatening to give out and collapse his form. Each successive and potent smack upon his upturned ass driving him wild with untamed lust, his nails raking and clawing against the linen sheets. But as quickly as the blows had come, they ceased suddenly as his ears picked up a slight shifting behind him as he craned his neck backwards, watching through peripheral, floating vision as his decadent cousin slid sexily to all fours, his slender arms pushing Kaoru’s milky calves forcing his knees to follow as he was spread and exposed to the redhead’s lecherous eyes, mewling at the intimacy and vulnerability of his position. Soon after, hot breath seared upon his the warm skin of his ass radiating crimson heat as a gentle, soothing tongue slipped out of Die’s mouth and lathed the abused expanse, leaving a wet trail of heady sensation as he licked and lapped at the bruised flesh. Again and again, that blistering velvet ran over the sanguine flesh, before delving between, licking at the tight ring, forcing its way through the taut barrier and teasing his insides with potent flicks. Kaoru forced his quaking body to still itself, giving himself completely over to feeling and sensation, as he felt the redhead pull back slightly before tenderly nipping at the small of his back. Movement shifting body, body shifting form – and Die’s chest was pressed upon his cousin’s back, aching nipples rubbing wantonly against smooth skin, eliciting a small mewl as the redhead’s hand rested upon Kaoru’s shoulder, then slid down his arm, gracefully massaging the muscles of his bicep before slipping to his quaking hand, interlacing their fingers in an intimate and sincere gesture; Die’s sizzling breath striking his ear as the younger one led their joined hands, sliding over the crisp sheets before slipping down the side, pulling Kaoru back slightly as their fingers brushed against the older man’s hip bones. Kaoru purred as the teasing entwined digits stroked across his stomach, muscles dancing beneath the creamy skin before they delved lower, Die leading their hands to grasp his dripping cock, giving it a smooth yet pointed tug as it wrapped around the length, causing Kaoru to cry out at the erotic sensation buzzing through his body, die’s breath panting against his ear, his crimson locks tickling the side of his cheek. “Touch yourself, Kaoru…” Die whispered, his grasp tightening the older man’s hold on his rigid desire as he led it up and down the expanse. The words striking something deep and obscured in the country man, searing their way through him, slashing like a thousand swords as they infiltrated his being deeper than anything ever had before…so deep…it touched his very essence, his guarded and penitent soul, rocking every fiber of his being – it melded with bone. “Die…” He panted as again and again, their hands caressed his aching desire, his head lolling back into the crevice between the younger man’s head and shoulder. “You…undo…me…” Die smiled resplendently, sensually, unlacing his fingers from his cousin’s before grabbing the quaking hand leading it again up and down. “Show me, Kaoru…pleasure yourself…for me…only for me…” He whispered as he removed his hand completely, trailing scorching fingers over the man’s protruding, silky hip bones, short nails digging into the pliant flesh before continuing over each tender cheek of the auburn haired man’s crimson ass, watching as Kaoru continued to stroke himself before he continued, his palm now grasping hold of his own rigid member before continuing, dark and husky. “Come…Oh God, Kaoru…come undone for me…” He rasped, his hand moving in time with Kaoru’s as he leaned over his shoulder his cock barely brushing against the smooth globes of his cousin’s ass, each of their hands upon their own lengths but still, in a perfect, connected unison. Kaoru’s shaky hand continued up and down on his own rigid member, mewling in passion as he felt Die’s body move in closer again, the redhead’s length, and slender digits which encased it brushing exotically against his ass. He was torn between thrusting his hips into his eager hand, and pressing backwards to feel more of his cousin’s ministrations upon his ass. He bucked wildly, confused mind desperately trying to equate and regulate the two incredible sensations, pistoning his hips urgently back and forth, entire body trembling with unbridled desire. Suddenly the crown of Die’s cock brushed between the sanguine globes, teasing the puckered ring, the action sending a shudder of desire through his entire form, as he writhed in complete subservience, the unyielding need to have his very body and soul penetrated roughly, controlled and dominated so decadently as he moaned out his most ardent wish. The redhead’s body fell further forwards, beautiful, flawless skin touching its equal, panting and trembling as his lips began kissing the tender, delicious flesh of the nape of Kaoru’s neck, eyes focused downwards, breath hitching, watching as time and time again, his hand bridged the expanse of his aching length and kissed the pliable skin of the older man’s ass. Desperately, his lips sought out each and every inch of skin of his cousin’s neck, tongue lathing, teeth nipping, mouth worshiping in a frantic pace in time with his raging desire. Faster, harder, his hand moved upon his cock, swirling heady sensation through out his entire form, pushing and prodding him closer to the edge of utter divinity. He moaned harshly as he watched in erotic fascination as Kaoru pushed his ass backwards as his desire brushed between the globes, touching the tight ring he so vehemently wished to thrust into with reckless abandon. His mind urging him to maintain control, despite his carnal, all consuming and encompassing need to pierce through the taut barrier, and bury himself fully within those sizzling, constricted depths, the erotically beautiful moans of his cousin doing nothing to help his predicament as again, his crown brushed so temptingly against the puckered entrance. “God…Kaoru…” He whispered as a plea, his thumb rubbing milky dew over his cock, hands leading form, crown smearing the sticky liquid over the restricted ring – it was just simply too much, his stomach began to clench with absolute pleasure. “Die…I am…I am…so…close…” The auburn haired man panted as those teeth nipped at his ear lobe. Die’s cock continued to tease, rubbing against his ass, against his most guarded and intimate of spots. He threw his head backwards, lips begging for attention as he felt the redhead’s hand trail down his stomach, palm covering his own as hot breath struck his inner ear, shivers of unadulterated want, grave and crucial need consuming him with fiery urgency. Slender hand atop his own, the younger man gave a harsh squeeze upon Kaoru’s hand, delightfully increasing the most sublime of pleasures upon his dripping length before he led them both, up and down his cock, higher and higher into sensation, closer and closer to the abyss of heavenly release. Again, hot, potent breath and words stuck deep within him. “Give me your body’s sweet release…give me your passion…give yourself over to me…completely Kaoru…mind…body…soul…” The redhead whispered, licking his lips as he lead each of his hands in a matching, searing, momentum. His tongue caressed the slender column of Kaoru’s neck again before returning to his ear, final syllables sending him falling over the edge as he became completely and utterly undone. “Come for me, Kaoru…” “God…Die…I…” He stuttered and panted, senses failing as that familiar penultimate pleasure rocked through his form. His body tensed, long and hard as the milky white ribbons flew out staining the sheets, a final cry of ecstasy dripping from his lips as he came violently. “…I…am…yours…” before he fell limply against the bed, entire form shaking with the after shocks of sweet, sublime release. The redhead felt the man tense and falter, dropping over the edge as those most revered locutions left his lips, spurring Die’s own release. With a final, potent stroke upon his own cock, he followed his cousin into the abyss, hot seed shooting out over the crimson globes of the supplicant man’s ass as he trembled violently. __ Earlier, Toshiya had emerged from backstage to find himself disturbingly and unsettlingly alone. Thoughts drifted through his mind; the hasty retreat of the redhead in favor of seeking out his sublime cousin, and the unusual disappearance of the blonde man who almost vigilantly awaited his departure from the back stage area upon previous occasions. It was vaguely disconcerting, an odd knowing and sinister pluck upon the strings of his soul that resonated and thrummed upon the very outskirts of his rationale as he glanced out the window at the rolling cobble stone streets with a detached amusement. Finally, the low neigh of the horses and the slowed wheels of the carriage signaled his arrival at his blonde lover’s dwelling. He pushed the assumed folly from his mind as he skipped down from the carriage and sauntered towards the door, only to be met by a surprised elderly gentleman. “Good evening Master Toshiya.” He bowed courteously. “I’m afraid young Master Kyo is not in at the moment. He was rather insistent on accompanying the young man, Kaoru home after their evening together. I am unsure as to when he will return.” “What?” Toshiya managed to sputter in shock laced with rage…Kaoru…Kyo…their evening together…but the tones fell upon the wood of the closing door. His mouth hung agape as the unforgiving entrance sealed. His tumultuous thoughts burning in his mind as he stomped back indignantly to his awaiting carriage, scowling with a deep and swirling malice. Not only had Die abandoned him in favor of his despised cousin, but now his Kyo too? Settling back into his seat he gave a cut order to his driver to take him home. Festering thoughts brewing deep and potent fury as the faint hum that had tugged so precariously at the edge of rationale earlier now began a new movement, evolving into a sordid symphony. It was selfish, he knew, but the recent arrival of the country man had all but diminished his frequent visits and constant barrage of adoration that he received from his two most prized lovers, if not at the very least, substantially diverted and redirected the attention that had so long been his and his alone. Jealousy was not a foreign entity to the young man, but the more his mind turned over the fleeting glances of disinterest he had sworn he had received from both the blonde and the redhead lately, the more his heart blackened with distress. Even that very evening, after sharing such an intimate event with the redhead, the two would usually return to Die’s apartment, and make love until the warm dawn caressed their naked forms through the window. At other times, he was whisked away by the blonde man, into one of Kyo’s ardent and calculated erotic adventures that he bestowed upon the auburn haired man with undying passion. We’re these all just fleeting moments, lost in time as he was replaced in their hearts and in their beds Kaoru? He ran his fingers through his silky strands, reveling in the touch that was usually so singularly and loving employed by one of his lovers, as a painful dagger of longing, a silent, desperate wish not to be forgotten struck into his heart; serving to feed his self-defeating rage with more dire, invidious fuel. This was not his fault, he was the victim, scorned and tossed aside by two men he trusted more than life itself. They had betrayed him with a cool disdain, and he would be damned if he would let them get away with treating him so callously. He should be the only object of their affection, not that bumbling, unrefined peasant. Die and Kyo would be his again, and Kaoru would be no more than a pleasantly removed, and distant memory – he would make sure of that. Scorn me once, shame on me. Scorn me twice, shame on you.
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Part 9
The harsh morning light roused the undone country man from his dreamless, drunken sleep. He blinked repeatedly, furrowing his brow in a useless protest against the sun’s blinding rays that streamed through his window. Sighing in utter disdain, he rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in the down pillow, moaning lightly in frustration. Slowly, the previous nights events began to seep into his awakening consciousness. He growled at the massive pounding ache that permeated his skull, as rational thought began to take control. The meeting in the alley with those disgusting men, his conversation with Kyo, his at the time sublime indiscretions he had so willingly participated in with his cousin - all of it falling back into him, invading his mind, shocking him so horridly he sat up suddenly, wide eyed and panting upon the sweaty sheets. He winced as his weight fell upon his ass, so deliciously abused the night before by the scourging hand of his cousin. He shifted slightly on to his hip, tears of horror and regret beginning to dance upon the outer lids of his chestnut eyes as those morose orbs ran down his disheveled form – naked, stained, violated. His entire body trembled as his eyes adjusted to the bright light, focusing in the unwelcome reality…that in fact, all that he inwardly feared had happened, indeed took place the night before. He wanted to wretch violently. It was so disgusting, so absolutely horrible. All of it, every last excruciating memory that returned utterly appalled him. He rose from the pristine mattress on shaky legs, stumbling and faltering until his chest collided with one of the ornate chairs closest to the hearth. He sucked in a violent breath, stomach protesting against him as he crumbled upon himself, weak knees bringing his form to the ground as he floundered for the bed pan. Finally reaching it, he gasped harshly, bile and liquor searing his throat as stream of the vile liquid left his lips. He shuddered with each gruesome heave, tears now freely falling from his eyes. Finally when there was nothing left in his stomach but a numbing and welcome emptiness, he collapsed onto the floor. He balled his fists, clutching his head tightly between them, cruel fingers pulling savagely at his hair as he sobbed, loud, heart breaking screams and whimpers of lamentation and self hatred leaving his cracked lips. He brought his knees into his chest, setting his weight upon them, trying to shrink into himself and simply fade away. He was utterly hysterical with grief. He had just fragrantly violated every rule of The Almighty, the very thing in life that had been his anchor, his salvation for so long. It was all that damndable man’s fault. Each quake of his form, each tear renewed, and fueled his hatred for his redheaded cousin. ___ Die sat behind his ornate desk, mindlessly thumbing through account papers. As much as he tried to focus on the task at hand, his thoughts continued to wander to his glorious encounter with his cousin mere hours before. His fingers released the sides of the parchment as he closed his eyes, sighing deeply in reverie. “Kaoru…” The wistful whisper left his lips and he smiled resplendently, thoughts focusing on every intimate detail of their liaison. Every moment seemed a dream which he never wanted to wake from – his dear, beautiful, innocent cousin begging him to force himself inside those virgin depths. It made him shudder with desire and longing as he inwardly revered taking in all of the older man’s milky seed with desperate hunger before punishing the man’s ass with harsh blows. He shifted, his breeches becoming instantly to tight as he moaned at the friction the slight movement provided. Unconsciously, his hand traveled downwards, sliding off the desk and brushing lightly on his encased erection, fingers teasing through the fabric as he pushed his chair backwards, head lolling backwards. Papers instantaneously forgotten as he replayed those ardent, passion laced words in his mind. “God…Die…take me…take all of me…” “Please…Die…again…” “Die…You…undo…me…” “God Kaoru, yes…” He whispered, his urgent desire becoming harder with each recalled intonation. Suddenly the door to the study burst open and an anxious looking younger man appeared. “Toshiya…” Die purred as he straightened up, feeling no need to hide what he was just doing, the obvious tent in his trousers still very evident to the auburn haired man’s eyes. The younger man posed sexily and licked his lips before sauntering towards the desk, seating himself on the side, his slender legs dangling off the edge before he crossed them demurely – making very sure he was simply radiating sensuality as he leaned forward, resting his arms upon the redhead’s papers, and cradling his chin in his hands. Inwardly, he knew the redhead was aroused due to their previous endeavors at the theatre. Perhaps he was being too hasty in his hatred of Kaoru. After all, it was just a silly bet, and that unrefined country clod was nothing compared to himself. He smiled seductively. Once Die had him, he would toss him aside, and return to the younger man’s arms, and to his bed. He cursed himself for being so foolish. “Die…” He whispered, eyes focused on the older man’s trousers intently. “You seem very…happy today.” He cooed, quirking an eyebrow before his eyes reluctantly focused upon the lazy smile on his companion’s face. “Ah, indeed. I can’t hope to hide that from you, can I?” The last syllables disintegrated into a heady pant as his palm snaked beneath the waist of his breeches, his slender fingers wrapping around his turgid length and squeezing harshly. Toshiya felt his own length harden at the erotic display. He inched his way closer on his elbows, making pointed eye contact with the older man. “And why, pray tell, are you in such an….” He paused, shifting his hips until he was laying on his side upon the desk, the action emphasizing his own aching desire pressing urgently on the front of his trousers. “…infectious mood?” He purred as his long lashes fluttered shut, raising one of his fingers to his mouth, tongue teasing out to caress the slender digit, suckling on the tip. It was blazingly obvious that the redhead had indeed been reliving their encounter in his mind, and Toshiya was all in favor of an encore performance on top of the desk. That is until he heard a small whisper that fell from the older man’s lips. One word, one name that sent the younger one’s mind reeling into self doubt. “Kaoru…” Toshiya blinked several times, shaking his head before he sat up abruptly. “K…Kaoru?” He stuttered in confusion as he threw his legs over the front of the desk, palms grasping the edge as he sat up completely. “What…what do you mean?” His eyes were wide and frantic, rapidly becoming for once annoyed that the redhead’s attention was not focused completely on him. Die smirked, fingers still teasing his aching cock as he noted the apprehension in the younger man’s eyes with a detached bemusement. “Ah yes. Kaoru.” He chuckled slightly before continuing, “We shared some very intimate moments last evening.” Biting his lip, he threw his head back as he pinched his dewy crown between his thumb and forefinger, only mildly aware of the younger man’s presence, mind focused completely on thoughts of his beguiling cousin. “So, the bet is over?” Toshiya continued unsure of himself, thoughts racked with insecurity. “You took him to bed?” He held his bated breath, hoping for the answer he knew would rid his presence of that troublesome country man for good. Die stood slightly, enough to let the loosed fabric of his breeches fall from his hips, revealing his engorged cock fully as the fabric slid down his slender legs before he sat back down, almost oblivious to Toshiya, although the man’s inquiries vaguely registered and he muttered an unthinking response. “No. I did not take him. He was completely drunk…” His fingertips smeared his seed over the entirety of his length eliciting another throaty growl. “But I tasted him – he is so exquisitely delicious, he was naked and supplicant beneath me. And he was begging me, pleading with me to take him.” Toshiya was infuriated. He stood pushed himself up from the hard ebony wood and stood in front of the older man, his hand darting out, grabbing Die’s wrist, stilling any further decadent ministrations. “Why? Why did you not take him? Finish this wager? It certainly sounds like you could have.” He huffed indignantly, eyes steely meeting Die’s slightly pouting visage. Having the distinct advantage of superior strength, the redhead wrested his wrist away from the younger man’s grasp, mind and body content in finishing his previous actions as he replaced his hand on his trembling cock. “He was completely intoxicated my dear Toshiya. I doubt highly if he was even able to stand. And despite the fact that I could have easily made him mine, I am still bound to my code of honor. The bet was to take him when he asked me, pure and true in his words, and not in pleas of blind and unthinking inebriation.” The younger man felt his whole form shake with rage, cheeks beginning to stain with sanguine hue. Screw morals and ethics when his lover’s continued presence in the city was dependant upon this ridiculous bet. He smirked evilly. Maybe Die just needed a reminder of exactly why he should be rid of his cousin’s presence once and for all. A reminder that he could give him, all that he asked of and more. He stooped to kneel, coming to rest between the older man’s knees, slender hands resting on each of them as he moved in closer. “You are a fool, Daisuke.” He whispered, hot breath striking the older one’s quaking length as Die stilled his hand, content to let Toshiya finish his passionate release for him. “You should have seized the opportunity when you had the chance.” The younger man emphasized his last sentence by lolling his tongue lazily across the crown of Die’s cock, lapping at the milky fluid that had gathered there. “May I remind you, your place in society, and in this city is dependent upon your wager.” He smiled deviously, whispering huskily as his fingers teased up the older man’s inner thighs, brushing suggestively against the engorged sacks. He cocked his head to the side, looking up at the redhead through hazy, lust filled eyes. “Perhaps I need to remind you exactly what you’ll be missing.” With that said, Toshiya let his lips suckle on the head of his lover’s erection before slowly sliding his lips down the entirety of the length, taking Die in fully. “Toshiya!” Die rasped, head thrown back, fingers digging into the upholstered arm of his desk chair harshly. And still, even with those glorious lips on his cock, his mind was still elsewhere, secretly envisioning that it was Kaoru’s shy and meager form taking him all in. No matter how expertly Toshiya worshiped his desire, he was still focused on the naïve countryman. ‘Kaoru…will you do this for me, will you place your gorgeous lips on my cock and suckle? I’d let you lead me to the edge of release before I pulled out, watching you pout before flipping you onto your hands and knees, positioning myself at your tight, virgin entrance before thrusting in deep.’ He shivered at the thought, voicing his restrained desire. “Oh…please…God.” The auburn haired man swirled his velvety tongue around the entire width with each downward movement of his head, oblivious to the inward thoughts of the redhead as he heard the older man moan headily, his hips now thrusting slightly off the fabric of the chair, causing his turgid member to strike the back of his throat again and again. He assumed it was all for him. ‘Yes Die, violate my mouth, remember that I am everything to you. Remember that Kaoru is nothing compared to me, remember with the utmost pleasure only I can give you. Me alone…with my lips, with my mouth, with my body.’ He felt the redhead’s fingers entwine within his silky locks, now controlling his movements with his urgent hands and rapidly thrusting hips. Toshiya adored every second of it, leading his lover towards paramount release as he grazed his teeth down the sensitive skin of Die’s cock. “God!” Die cried out passionately, fingers lacing more vehemently within the tangled strands of the younger man’s hair, hips lifting completely off the seat. ‘Kaoru…Oh…yes, worship my cock. Lead me to salvation. Kaoru…my dearest cousin…’ He pumped viciously, his length striking the deepest recesses of Toshiya’s throat over and over again, lashes of pure pleasure beginning to invade his form. ‘Yes, Die…’ The younger man thought, bringing his palm up the smooth thigh, cupping the pale sacks and squeezing and caressing. He knew by the time he was finished, the redhead would stalk up to that unrefined, peasant’s room, taking him roughly, against his will, just to seal the wager, just to return to his arms. He began to moan low in his throat, heady vibrations sealing Die’s ultimate release as he felt the pistoning hips increase in speed, effectively stilling his ministrations, letting the older man use his mouth as he wanted. Die’s mind began to falter, visions of Kaoru’s lips, mouth against his cock; visions of himself thrusting in suddenly into those unclaimed depths of his cousin’s taut ass swirling within him, melding with sensation, raising him to new, more ardent levels of passion. He hit the back of Toshiya’s throat over and over, glorying in the friction found there as the intonations of his lover’s voice lead him higher. An incessant buzzing began to permeate through his body, as his hips lifted completely off the seat, steadying his upper back on the top of the chair as he thrust in and out wildly until finally he fell over the edge of oblivion, milky white seed spilling out of him in hot ribbons, a single cry ripped from his throat. “Kaoru!!” Toshiya’s ears burned with that most despised name as he drank down his lover’s passion dutifully although his entire body was shaking with rage. ‘Damn you Kaoru. I will make sure you are gone, one way or another, you will not take my life from me. Mark my words.’ He vowed inwardly as tears made their way to the outskirts of his eyes. Kaoru would not take everything from him – no innocent, idiotic country man would lure his lovers away. He smirked viciously and looked up at his lover with a hidden, unbidden desire. Die was his. Kyo was his. He would make very sure of that. If all out war was what Kaoru desired, he was battle ready. But now he had more urgent matters to attend to as he raised himself to his feet, meeting Die’s eyes with unbridled passion as his hand found their way to the laces of his breeches, making quick work of the encumbering strands of fabric and letting them fall to his feet. “Die…please…” He entreated, his own dripping length now exposed, quivering as he watched the redhead lick his lips sensually. He swayed his hip slightly in invitation. “Take my cock in your lips, in your mouth.” __ The country man had finally found the strength to bathe and dress himself. His head still beating an urgent and painful ache upon his skull. His vision faltered under the weight of the incessant thrumming as he made his way out of his room to the stairs, mind steadfastly set on confronting his cousin. Tearing into him and breaking him for all his miserable self was worth. Kaoru laughed indignantly to himself, snarling at the thought - his cousin was worth nothing. He was pure evil incarnate. He wasn’t even thinking of what he had done to him the previous night, rather, Kyo’s words were echoing in his brain. How could that vile man do that to his wife and child. He was truly a monster. His unsure steps lead him to the top of the stairs as he clawed his way down them, fingers attempting to dig into unyielding plaster. Gentle words spoken at almost a whisper caused him to avert his eyes to a lower step. He tried to focus on the figure. “Shinya?” Kaoru spoke meekly for fear his head would break with the weight of his words. The slender man was paused a few stairs down, looking at the country man with utter worry reflected through his eyes. “Kaoru…are you alright?” The younger man’s apprehensive words echoed off of the walls of his skull as he winced slightly, hand rising upwards and shooing the other man away from himself. “I…I am fine…please, I need to know. Where is Die?” Shinya took no heed of the older man’s warning as he bridged the gap between them, his arm gingerly encircling the country man’s waist and supporting him as he led their forms down the stairs. He sighed greatly at seeing the other man in such a state of disarray before he answered his question in a soft, soothing whisper. “The Master is in his study.” Finally they reached the bottom of the stairs, Shinya leading Kaoru into the small room off of the entrance. Kaoru whipped around violently, his body contorting with anger as he threw the taller man off of him, the action causing him to lose his footing briefly, stumbling before he recovered, screaming with utter frustration. “Take me to Die! Now!!” __ “Of course, my dearest Toshiya.” Die purred as he stood, securing his own breeches before falling to his knees. A rustling from the hall outside and an loud yet muffled scream broke through the intimate moment, causing both to turn suddenly. Toshiya gave it little thought, returning his attention to Die, whose lips were poised at his trembling cock. However, he reeled slightly backwards, loosing his footing and falling into the desk as the redhead stood abruptly. Die reached for him, securing him around the shoulders and brining his lips to his own, plundering them deeply as Toshiya moaned in surrender against him. But all too quickly those lips were removed. Hastily, the younger man opened his eyes to see the older man quickly securing the buttons of his waistcoat as he headed for the door. Die threw him a dashing smile before bowing deeply. “I apologize my dear Toshiya, but we shall continue this at a later time. I hear my cousin is now awake.” He nodded succinctly once before grasping the cool bronze knob and closing the oaken door behind himself. Toshiya simply stood there, utterly dumbstruck before tremors of rage shook through his form. He blushed furiously, his mouth opening and shutting mutely, trying to will to his lips some words of vehement protest. He turned around in fury, glaring at the now closed door, willing his eyes to burn holes through it. How dare he, how dare Die leave him for that simpleton, that despicable cretin. This was too much, Die had crossed the line and he would be very sorry indeed. He fumed silently, his rapid breath causing his chest to heave up and down quickly. He needed to leave, he needed to think. If he told Kaoru the truth behind Die’s intentions, the country man would be furious and spur all the redhead’s advances. Die would be forced to leave the city. And yet, if he didn’t say anything, he risked losing Die’s heart and bed completely. It was a debacle that he couldn’t readily solve. Suddenly, the chill of the room reminded him he was still standing unclothed. He grasped the hem of his breeches, pulling them up angrily before lacing them. __ Die sauntered out into the hallway, smiling deliciously as he caught sight of his beautiful cousin, utterly oblivious to the look of passionate rage that contorted the older man’s visage as he strode up to him, arms open, intent upon taking the smaller man into his embrace. “My dearest cousin!” The redhead exclaimed, attempting to throw his arms around Kaoru only to be met with a violent and unexpected backhand to his jaw. Harsh knuckles stuck bone cruelly as Die faltered backwards, staring in wide eyed shock as he caught himself against the wall of the hallway. “K…Kaoru! What…what is wrong?” He righted himself again on shaky footing, eyes beseeching the beautiful man for an answer. “What’s wrong?! You must be joking to ask me that you most vile of men. You are not even worthy to be called man, you are lower then the most base of creatures that slithers upon this earth!” The country man moved in closer, spitting on the redhead in disgust, saliva hitting the side of the aristocrat’s cheek. “What are you talking about, Kaoru?” Die floundered helplessly completely at a loss as to what had brought about this most heinous behavior from the usually proper and reserved man, his hand wiping the wetness of his cheek, the searing pain of the gesture making little impact as his mind faltered for equilibrium. “Please, do not tell me that this is about last night?” “That’s only one of the matters, you disgusting vermin!” The auburn haired man shouted as hot tears began to form at the sides of his eyes, his voice cracking, attempting to subdue the sobs that were rapidly wresting control of his voice. He took a large breath, trying to calm himself though inwardly quaking with rage. “You….” He seethed through clenched teeth, his hand rising up of his own accord as he lunged at his cousin again, striking his other cheek with every ounce of hatred he had in him, the action causing the redhead to fall to the ground. “I hate you. You disgust me. I can’t believe I trusted you. Now knowing what you did! You destroyed your wife, you killed her! You flaunted your immoral affairs in front of her until she broke under the weight of loneliness! She is dead because of you! Are you pleased with yourself? Tell me, did you derive some sort of perverted and sick pleasure because of it? Tell me damnit! Did you dance on her grave? Did you take your lover upon her head stone?!” He threw his head back and laughed morosely, “Knowing you, you did, and you enjoyed every damn moment of it. I hate you with every fiber of my being.” His hard eyes bored into the redhead, blazing anger scourging his soul. Die remained silent, his mind still reeling from the latest blow, desperately trying to piece together the vicious words that spewed from Kaoru’s lips like pure poison, the acidic intonations destroying and devouring him from the inside out. Tears streamed down the older man’s cheeks, his entire body quaking under the stress of the situation. How could he have ever let such a man touch him so intimately, violate him so completely, sway his heart for even a second when he had such blatant disregard for every pious thing he held dearest to his soul. And to think he almost succumbed to it all, swayed by Die’s sensual words and actions. He hated him truthfully. He wanted to hurt him with every word, make him experience the pain that he himself was going through. “You took a lover on her deathbed! You shunned your son, your heir, your very flesh and blood! Just so you could continue in your disgusting liaisons. You are the most worthless waste of breath I have ever met.” Kaoru stalked closer to Die, noticing with a passing disdained regard the tears now flowing from the redhead’s eyes. He grabbed his cousin’s jaw, brining his eyes right before the other man’s staring at him intensely, willing all his hatred through his ebony pools as he spit in his face. “I hope you rot in hell! Although you are hardly even worth eternal damnation!” With that said he turned on his heels, dismissing Shinya who had rushed to his side with a blatant and rough shove before he made his way out the front door and into the city streets. Die followed the man with his eyes, and upon hearing the door shut, he broke down completely. “Kaoru…” He whispered through his choking tears, “That’s not true. I…I loved her….I loved her…so much….It wasn’t my fault…oh God please!” He lost his voice as he cried out in despair, raising his eyes to the ceiling in an act of utter contrition before his head fell and he whispered to the floor. “It…It wasn’t my fault...she…she was my soul. She…she was the only one who ever…understood me.” The young servant regained his startled senses, tearing his eyes away from the door before he moved in close, embracing his master and holding him close as the older man cried desperately. He tried to sooth him with gentle strokes through his silken crimson locks, cradling his head to his chest with his slender palm, feeling the redhead cling to him. “Master…Die…please, don’t cry. Please” He entreated, never having seen the man in such a state of devastation and remorse. Truth be told, he had only ever seen the redhead cry on three occasions, each upon the remembrance day of his wife’s death. “You need to tell him. You need to be honest. Tell him what happened. I know this is a secret you’ve held close to your heart to banish the pain, but if you ever hope to have him, you must tell him.” Die raised his head slightly, trembling as his frantic eyes meet Shinya’s “I don’t just hope to take him. I…I need him, Shinya.” Toshiya had the door cracked, listening to the entire confrontation from behind his enclosed position. He smirked inwardly, glad the redhead got the ramifications he deserved yet inwardly worried that his would mean the end to the older man’s conquest. Plastering a look of utter shock and horror on his face he took a deep breath before rushing into the foyer, his feet leading him to the sullen pair on the floor. He faked innocence as he cooed out in a voice willed with utter surprise. “Die! Oh my God! What on earth transpired?” He stooped in front of the redhead and his servant, his eyes mischievous, but lovingly caressing Die’s tear stained face as he brought a deliberate hand to the older man’s face, holding his cheek as his thumb wiped the tears away. “Toshiya…” Die stammered, his gaze meeting the other man’s, overwhelmed by the look of concern held deep within those chestnut orbs. Little did he know, it was all a carefully executed façade on the part of the younger man. “Toshiya…how…how did he know…about my wife?” He searched that gaze crucially, seeking some form of penitence, some answer in his younger lover. Toshiya covered his mouth with his slender palm in a faux gesture of shock, “Die, I have no idea…although…” He paused dramatically, his mind replaying the older man’s hasty retreat from his arms, and his previous nights crass rebuttals, thoughts still muddled by a haze of contempt. “I…I don’t know…but, I did visit Kyo’s last night. When I got there, Kyo’s servant said he was not there, he was accompanying Kaoru home. Apparently Kaoru spent the evening with him.” The seed of doubt had been planted, and Toshiya knew it wouldn’t be long before those roots wrested control of the soil. Die’s tears abruptly stopped, eyes flying wide, darting between his companions as his whole form began to tremble with fury. “Kyo…” The most despised name he knew again found its way to his lips as he abruptly stood, pushing both Shinya and Toshiya away from himself. “That conniving little bastard!!” He screamed raising his fist up high before throttling it into the plaster wall, the surface giving away, crackling and crumbling beneath his violent blow. The young servant ran to him, attempting to still his ministrations in his embrace but Die whipped around, holding his bloodied hand out in a foreboding warning. “Both of you!” He snarled, his anger replacing the sorrow in his heart as he bored his eyes into the two men in the hallway. “Leave me. Now!!” Both men acquiesced, nodding dumbly as they made their way to their appropriate stations, Toshiya meekly towards the door, inwardly rejoicing in his good fortune to have witnessed the event, and Shinya towards the servant’s quarters, steeling fleeting glances of concern at his master as he disappeared. __ Toshiya practically skipped down the stairs, spinning around gleefully embracing the morning sun as he sauntered to his awaiting carriage. His heart delighting in his ability to further enhance his lovers’ fervid hatred of each other. He smiled grandly for his good fortune, for the sexual encounters with either of them were bound to be completely euphoric, as they always were when Die and Kyo were warring, trying to out do each other within the culpable sanctity of their beds, and he would be reaping all the benefits now that Kaoru was out of the picture so to speak. He knew it would end when Die had the opportunity to tell the country man the truth, but in the mean time…he chuckled inwardly before telling his driver to take him to Kyo’s abode. The drive through the city was short and pleasant, the entire time the auburn haired man was thinking about his current predicament, mulling it over with a scrutinizing accuracy until he hit upon an deliciously deleterious idea. He simply squealed in devious delight at the pure perfection of his thought. Now all he had to do was get Kaoru alone so he could place a few not so enigmatic clues, plant the seeds of want and longing in the simpleton’s mind, make him feel that there would be no greater pleasure on earth then to be taken by the redhead. And then, when Die finally woos him to his bed, he would tell the country man that it all had been a cruel, and horrible bet. His face fell into his hands, letting false tears make their way to his eyes as he rehearsed the speech he would give to Kaoru, he let his body tremble, willing it to comply with the rouse. “Kaoru, I don’t know how to tell you this.” His voiced cracked with convincing sorrow as a few crystalline drops of wetness cascaded down his cheeks, conveying the utmost ficticious pain and sympathy. “But…but….this was all a cruel hoax – a bet between Die and Kyo.” He fell limply against the seat of the moving carriage, bringing his hand to his face and shielding his eyes. “I…I just couldn’t keep their vile secret a moment longer. It was breaking me apart, letting them use you for their own game. Die doesn’t care for you. He only took you to bed because of a wager with Kyo, a wager that if he lost, he would have been forced to leave the city.” He extended his hand, imagining it was gently caressing the startled and devastated country man’s shoulder in an endearingly supportive gesture. “I’m so ardently sorry. I should have told you sooner. I am such a horrible cad. But my soul could not hold the weight of this tremendous burden any longer. Please, please forgive me.” He made a low bow while seated in his seat, more tears streaming down his face before he sat back up abruptly, laughing in glee. His slender palm wiped the faux wetness from his cheeks. “Ah…I should have gone into dramatic theatre.” He smirked as he felt the carriage slow; glancing out the window he noted that he had indeed arrived at the blonde man’s dwelling. __ Kyo sat in his lavish dining room, contenting himself with taking in a later than usual breakfast. He was indeed tired from his late night entertaining the dashing Kaoru, and he’d allowed himself the luxury of sleeping late. He plucked another small morsel of egg with his fork and brought it to his lips, chewing reflectively – perhaps, he would take Kaoru for himself, the man certainly was extremely desirable and it would punish Die to no end knowing that he had seduced him first, bested him in this matter regardless of the outcome of their wager. A slight rapping of knuckles against the wooden door roused him from his thoughts, and made him sit up slightly, removing his crisp linen napkin from his lap before standing up and calling politely. “Enter, please.” The wood portal swung open and his elderly butler appeared in the entry way, giving a low and formal bow to his young master before clearing his throat lightly. “Master Toshiya is here to see you, sir.” He announced rather flatly before stepping aside as a vibrant younger man simply bounced into the room. Kyo beamed as he noticed his love smiling so widely at seeing him; licking his lips as those lithe, sexy legs approached. He made a low bow before sitting back down into his seat, watching as Toshiya bridged the long expanse of the table before coming to rest beside him. “Toshiya.” Kyo smiled genuinely. “It’s so good to see you. I was told you had come to visit…” His words were silenced as the auburn haired beauty sat himself suggestively in the blonde man’s lap, and covered Kyo’s lips with his own. The kiss was demanding and passionate, and the blonde man’s moans were swallowed veraciously by his lover’s constantly moving lips. Toshiya’s arms wound themselves around the shorter man’s neck, cocking his head slightly as his velvety tongue continued to plunder the scorching depths of Kyo’s mouth. Finally, the younger man pulled away and smiled coyly, his eyes caressing the breathless form beneath him as Kyo’s mouth hung agape, savoring the kiss as his lashes slowly fluttered opened. “Kyo, my dearest. Pray tell, what did you tell our simple, little Kaoru last evening? It caused quite a scene at Die’s house this morning.” He threw the shorter man a knowing wink as he laced his fingers together behind the blonde’s head and leaned back demurely. Kyo smirked and moved in closer, attempting to capture his lover’s lips, but the younger man pulled back further and pouted. The blonde snickered, as his palm wandered to the front of Toshiya’s breeches and grasped his length roughly, causing the man on his lap to moan headily, eyes rolling back into his head, as he moved in close again, craning his neck so the blonde could lick a searing swipe up the slender column before his lips came to rest at the creamy shell of Toshiya’s ear. “Oh…” He purred huskily, his tongue teasing the inside of the younger man’s ear before he continued. “I simply told him what a horrible man your precious Die is. How he flaunted his lovers in front of his dear, departed wife. How much he hated her and his son.” Kyo’s fingers teased the laces at the front of his lover’s breeches, painstakingly unlacing them, his own erection pressing urgently against the confined skin of the taller man’s thigh. Managing to undo the cumbersome strings, his hand delved in, taking Toshiya’s cock in his grasp, and stroking him slowly, seductively. Toshiya mewled and squirmed on his lap. His heated breath came in shallow pants as he swallowed hard, his length becoming harder with ever delicious ministration on his cock. “Well, it caused quite a raucous at Die’s this morning. Kaoru berated him furiously. I must admit I was shocked. The bumbling, meek little man actually had it in him to strike Die. He walked out of the house in a torrent of rage. For all I know, he’s still roaming the streets. I doubt highly if he’ll be headed home anytime soon.” “Oh really?” The formality of Kyo’s voice sent uneasy shivers down the younger man’s spine as he felt the warm palm that incased his length withdraw. Toshiya stared in disgruntled and dismayed shock as the blonde hoisted him up off of his lap and stood, straightening out his waistcoat. “You must excuse me, my dearest Toshiya. I have some business to attend to.” Kyo didn’t bother to look back at the dejected and infuriated form of his lover as he crossed the room and exited through the ornate oak door. He felt like a heel, but the truth of the matter was, he needed to find Kaoru. Closing the door behind himself, he fell back into it momentarily, sighing deeply as he attempted to will away his arousal, reminding himself he was doing this for Toshiya – he would be rid of that meddlesome, irritating redhead once and for all, and then, yes…then he would have his beautiful lover all to himself. He needed to get to Kaoru, cement the vein of doubt and loathing that had come to the forefront of confrontation that morning. After all, Kaoru would have to return home sometime or another, and the blonde vowed to ensure that he would spurn every single one of the redhead’s advances. Never once had he denied his most precious of love’s any satisfaction, and he was truly sorry for leaving him in such a state, but this time was different. Their entire future was on the line – their future together, free from the constraints of that most vile of imbeciles named Die. It was a gamble he had to take. He would make it up to his young lover later, but for now…. Drawing in a shaky, uneven breath, he hollered to his servants to fetch his carriage immediately. Toshiya watched the hasty retreat of the blonde man in utter disbelief. He shook his head in indignation, tendrils of loosed auburn flying into his face - Kyo, the man who had confessed his undying devotion for so long had left the room. For the second time that day, he was unabatedly aroused and left to his own devices. He snarled as he laced up his breeches, muttering heinous words of pure hatred. “Kaoru, if your goal was to obtain an enemy, you have succeeded with aplomb. By the time I am done with you, you will have wished you had never left the country.” He scowled as he straightened his waist coat, fingers tugging angrily at the fabric as he pulled it into its appropriate place. “Die will take you. I will make damn sure of that. I will tell you about the wager. I will break everything that is in you. How dare you take my lovers away you disgusting peasant! You will fall. I shall bet my life on it.” He stormed out of the dining room, stomping furiously back to his own carriage. ___ Kaoru’s furious steps echoed off the nearly deserted streets of the morning city. He ignored the few passer bys that he met on his journey to where he did not know, not even giving them the required courtesy of a nod, receiving appalled glances in return. His shoulders hunched inwards, his eyes downcast as he stormed forward at a quick pace. He had been so desperately trying not to cry, but the tears came unbidden to his eyes, falling in hot streams down his face. He sobbed viciously, crying for the hatred, the betrayal, and even for, dare he admit it, the cherished feelings he had begun to harbor for his cousin. But, he hated his cousin, didn’t he? He had violated him, lied to him, betrayed his trust, and yet, his heart and head warred against each other as he turned another nameless corner. His thoughts continued swirling tumultuously in his mind. ‘Die could have taken me last night, but he did not, despite all my pleas. Why? Is he truly that honorable, that he would adhere to my wishes?’ His distraught vision focused upon a welcoming visage up ahead. A church, the pristine steeple welcoming him into its embrace, holding the promise of salvation as his mind again enforced its rigorous piousness. ‘But he betrayed his wife, scorned his son.’ He stopped suddenly, clutching onto a faceless building as he cried out in anguish. “Dear God, what has this man done to me?!” It seemed so far away, its protection so vastly unattainable through the muddied streets that he’d have to trudge through to make his way to its doorstep, but for the redemption of his soul, he knew he must press forward. Pushing himself upwards, he steeled his face into a mask of determined piousness, the Lord ’s Prayer falling off his lips in time to his steps down the cobble stone street. ___ “Where are you, Kaoru?” The blonde called bemusedly out the window as if he was calling to a beloved canine companion; a cruel smirk wresting control of his face. “Come out my dear, naïve country man. Come out and let me sway your innocent mind.” He chuckled lightly to himself for this game provided him with copious amounts of endless amusement and extreme satisfaction. Unfortunately, his driver took the turn in the road a bit too swiftly and his personage was jarred roughly against the unforgiving wooden side of his carriage, hurtling him up against it like a rag doll. “Be careful you incompetent fool!!” He shouted as he scowled, rubbing his abused jaw as he attempted to focus his vision down the newly turned street. His anger quickly faded as he saw the familiar figure upon the steps of St. Paul’s cathedral, slender legs hurrying up the myriad of stone steps. He smiled ferally, his hand grasping his cane and reaching out the window, tapping roughly. “Take me to the cathedral and wait there for my return.” Settling back in his opulent cushion, he crossed his legs, folding his hands neatly before sighing. “Ah Kaoru, you are so divinely simplistic and predictable. Truly, this is almost too easy. And you my dear Die, I do hope you fine a suitable dwelling in whatever city is damned with your presence henceforth.” __ The country man panted heavily in exertion as he entered the nearly silent nave of the opulent church. He stumbled forward, eyes suddenly averted upwards as he continually lost his footing for he was helpless but to avert his eyes from the ground in favor of the most resplendent and breathtaking paintings he had ever seen in his young life that adorned the high domed ceiling of the cathedral – scenes of his Lord’s passion, of the Virgin Mother, of the saints and apostles, of the Holy Trinity, truly it made him cry at the pure and chaste beauty of it all, cry that he such a lowly sinner and damdable could have the privilege of gazing upon it all. Finally he stilled himself at the first row of pews, neck straining, tears of elation rolling down his jaw as he fell to his knees sobbing in sheer and utter reverence, in pity for his unworthiness, in his disgust for his despicable and sinful self in hope for his salvation. He cried out his penitence, each tear as pure as prayer. On his hands and knees he crawled across the marbled floor, slamming his knees down hard in contrition, letting himself feel each bruise and welt rise as he made his way to the lines of candle sconces before he finally stood, placing several gold coins into the church offering box. He took a slender match stick between his shaking fingers, and lit it off the ivory holy candle before cupping the flame with his palm and carrying it reverently to another candle among the rows of lit and unlit wax. Choosing one amongst the many, he lit one slender wick before his lips pursed and he extinguished the stick with a burst of breath, kneeling on the risers, folding his hands, closing his eyes and bowing his head in prayer. The blonde man peered around the corner, smirking at seeing the touching sentiment of the country man’s trite little scene. Shrugging he sauntered towards the confessional, yanking the door open, much to the surprise of the priest within. “What….” The elderly priest yelped only to be effectively silenced by the blonde man’s finger upon his lips. Kyo shot a sideways glance over his shoulder, ensuring that Kaoru was still deep in penitent prayer before he smirked at the priest, pulling out a purse full of gold coins. “Dear Father, I believe I need to relieve you of your duties for a bit.” Once he felt the man would protest no further, and was willing to hear his offer, he removed his slender finger from his mouth, his hand snatching the priest’s wrist and opening his palm, pouring the contents of the bag into it. The preachers beady eyes went wide with shock and greed as the multitudes of coins dropped into his elderly, pudgy hand, his mouth hanging agape for he’d never seen so much money in his entire life. He tried to speak, but again the blonde silenced him with curt words. “Now good Father, please, go rest, think of the ways that God in Heaven would want you to spend this. I’m sure he would see it fit that you spend this on a few drinks for yourself, and perhaps, a lady companion for the evening?” Kyo winked as he pushed the coins back into the pouch and quickly snatched it out of the elderly man’s grasp. “Unless, of course, you’d like to stay here?” Kyo rolled his eyes, and looked behind himself, turning to leave until he was caught by his waist coat. He smiled deviously. “N..No…” The priest stood hurriedly. “Please good sir, you are kind and generous indeed.” He patted his obese stomach, licking his greasy lips slightly, fingers itching at the bottom of the burlap bag of coins. “I’m quite sure you are correct. And by my say, and by God’s good graces you shall find eternal reward in heaven for your generous donation.” His anxious eyes caressed the sack, darting back and forth between the blonde and the money until the small man finally let the bag fall into his sweaty palm. “Be gone now.” The blonde sneered, hand coming up in a threatening gesture as the portly man grimaced and cowered away from the blow. “You’ve got what you and your God wanted. I have no time nor need for your pontificate blessings.” He snickered menacingly as he stepped aside, letting the priest waddle out of the confessional and make haste into the rectory. Kyo’s eyes followed his retreating form until he’d determined he’d no longer be a hindrance. Gingerly, he let his footfalls lead him to the side of the nave, peeking around it, observing the still kneeling and contrite countryman as he continued in his prayers before he turned and concealed himself inside the confessional. Biding his time until the inevitable moment arrived. Indeed, he did not have to wait more then mere minutes until he heard the creek of hinges signal the older man’s arrival. Smirking he knelt upon the velvet pew, pulling aside the wooden slat that obscured himself from the mesh veil between their two compartments, through which he discerned Kaoru’s figure, head hung low in repentance. Kaoru sighed heavily as he heard the wooden slab slide back, his heart heavy with the weight of his sins, he heard the soft, comforting breath of the priest from the other side, saw his sage shadow reflected through the screen as he steadied his breath and began. “Forgive me father for I have sinned…It…It has been two weeks since my last confession.” He inhaled breath sharply, unsure of how exactly how to continue. “These…these are my sins.” He faltered, tears streaming down his face, the composure he had willed so dutifully to his face falling, cracking into a million pieces as he was faced with the magnitude of his indiscretions in front of these most holy of judgments. “I…I….” He could not carry on, his voice left him completely as his buried his face in his hands. Kyo rolled his eyes, biting his lip in irritation and assuming his best paternal voice as he gently prodded the country man. “Please my son, continue. God is here my child to listen.” Inwardly he was cursing the man’s total ineptitude to commit to even the simplest of acts. For Christ’s sake, this was confession after all! For the love of God how hard could this be?! “Yes…yes…” Kaoru sniffled, wiping his tears with his handkerchief. “I apologize father. I have just been thrown into temptation of the flesh as of late Father and I am unsure as of how to proceed.” Kaoru sighed heavily, wringing his hands together in nervousness. ‘Oh my God, is that what he’s calling it?!’ Kyo laughed slightly, truly this was just too amusing. “Father?” Kaoru swore he’d heard a chuckle from the other side of the confessional wall. ‘Shit’ The blonde cursed himself again and coughed loudly to mask his laughter. “I apologize my son, I have not been well lately. Please, tell me about these temptations.” He laughed again, then cursed himself, then covered it all with a hoarse cough. “Well…um…I…” The country man stuttered, sweat beading on his brow, his nervousness manifesting itself in his rapidly beating heart. “I have been lured by impure thoughts and actions lately, and I do humbly beg God’s forgiveness for my most impious thoughts and deeds.” The blonde sighed, lounging back into the hard wood of the confessional box, folding his arms behind his head and crossing his legs upon the side of the small box, attempting to settle himself after much squirming. “My child, why do you not simply leave the temptation?” It was a fair enough question, in fact, it was one the blonde had been dying to ask himself, funnily enough. The country man blushed profusely, hanging his head in shame before continuing in a mere whisper. “I cannot father. You see. I am bound to my cousin’s keep. My mother has squandered our estate, she has no more money. She has entrusted me to my cousin’s good graces and I am indebted to him, and unfortunately to his folly, for which I am so ardently repentant.” “Ah, so it is your cousin who is leading you down the path of sin?” Kyo prodded, twisting the knife in, although distressed at the new knowledge that had come to light. Now that he knew that Kaoru was bound by monetary means to stay with his cousin, he’d have to drive the pious factor home that he must stay away from the redhead, he must warn him that Die was the devil himself. “Yes…yes father.” Kaoru whispered before sobs wracked him again, his mind reeling with the thoughts of his cousin’s poor wife and child that he’d so callously abandoned. “Tell me…” Kyo smirked as his voice dropped low, dripping with malice, “Has he touched you in impure ways?” “Yes father.” The country man’s breath hitched, his heart aching with pain that laced through every syllable he enunciated. “Has he touched your virginal entrance?” The blonde cooed sinisterly. “Yes father” Kaoru’s form fell forward wracked with sobs as he clutched the cool walls of the confessional. “Has he taken you?” Kyo snarled, hot breath now striking through the mesh overlay as he moved in close. “NO!” The older man bolted upright, head whipping around, auburn locks plastering themselves to his tear stained face as his eyes darted about frantically. Kyo sat back languidly, inwardly congratulating himself on his good fortune. “Good, good and you must never let him. You must never let him touch you again. That man is the devil sent to tempt you. He will destroy your soul. You must stay as far away from him as you can my child. Don’t let him come near you. Do not let him woo you with his ardent words of worship, lest ye be damned into the deepest pits of hell.” The blonde man smiled to himself, that certainly sounded priestly enough he thought, certainly that would keep that cretin country man away from Die. “Yes father, I…I understand.” Kaoru shuddered as he inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself, resigning himself to his fate. He knew this was the inevitable, he knew this was coming, he knew this was what he should expect, and somehow, why was he so distraught? Tears continued to stream down his pallid visage, unbidden, unwanted and yet, still there, a potent and palatable reminder of the redhead’s presence in his mind, and in his heart. “Now for your penance, say twenty Our Father’s, twenty Hail Mary’s, and twenty Apostolic Creeds.” The shorter man shrugged to himself, trying to recall his days of Catholic schooling. That sounded stern enough he figured, besides, what did he care really, the required damage had been done. He’d ensured that Kaoru would not come within twenty feet of Die. This called for a celebration of sorts, and he wondered if Toshiya would still be cross at him for leaving so suddenly. “Thank you father.” Kaoru finally managed to whisper as he rose, exiting the confessional and genuflecting before making his way to the rows of pews in the cathedral to make his penance. “Go in peace my son.” Kyo called after him, peeking out the door, ensuring his exit would not be noticed by the contrite country man before he snuck out the door and back into his awaiting carriage. The auburn haired man’s head was bowed low in reverence; reaching into his pocket he retrieved his rosary and wound the pearl beads around his hand as he made the sign of the cross repeatedly, cool fingertips willing forgiveness into his forehead, chest left shoulder, then right, over and over again as words of contrition dropped in a sullen whisper before he laced his trembling fingers together between the beaded strands bringing them to his penitent lips. Sixty prayers he mouthed low and breathy, his spine rigid, his knees aching as they pressed into the thinly covered risers; he lost himself in the simple act of salvation, marveling at how even the most heinous of indiscretions could be erased by mere heartfelt words, oblivious to the warm tears that slid down his cheeks, unaware of the silent and wretched sobs that wracked his form as he humbly begged forgiveness for his transgressions. Finally as he finished, he gazed upon the crucifix which hung aloft above the alter through blurred eyes; unlacing the rosary he brought the gold cross to his lips and kissed it reverently before rising and genuflecting solemnly and respectfully. Casting his eyes to the ornate ceiling a final time he sighed, breath filling him deeply with a sense of serenity and inner peace which he’d so regrettably misplaced since his arrival in the city. __ It was early evening by the time Kaoru finally found himself back upon the streets of the city, the harsh angular shadows of the mid morning sun had now transmuted into a softer, more dissipating opaqueness, the darkness at some points nearly imperceptible from the inherent coloring of the slick grey stones. The auburn hair man smiled slightly, feeling a sense of placidity swim through his body. Although he had neglected to tell the priest that he was bound to his cousin more deeply and more direly then he dare let anyone know, he still felt a sense of strength at the clergy man’s words. Truth be told, he was beginning to feel gnawing pangs of guilt nipping at his soul for screaming at his cousin so violently, even though he deserved every cruel word. Kaoru sighed and rolled his eyes, the all to familiar confrontation began to well up within him again, his heart and his head warring against each other as whether to hate his cousin or to love him desperately. It was becoming tiresome. It was draining his energy; his tired steps slowed as he rounded the corner of his block and turned up the path to his cousin’s dwelling. He was surprised that neither Shinya or the elderly butler were to be found as he pushed his way inside, about to retire to his room when he noticed a lone figure seated in the small room off the foyer, curtains drawn. Curiously, he crept forward, approaching as silently as possible. Die was seated in front of the hearth, mindlessly staring into the fire, letting the light from the flames dance upon his stilled form as his unfocused eyes barely registered their presence, the void that lay inside him, the absence he’d sew shut and steadfastly pushed into the deepest recesses of his soul for so many years had be cruelly ripped and torn asunder that morning, leaving the raw wound exposed callously. Another tear slid down his cheek, trickling down the pallid skin until it fell beneath his jaw and continued down his slender neck before melding with the staunch white dress shirt before another followed in its path. The country man gasped slightly as he saw the broken silhouette, his strong and powerful, alluring and sensual cousin so bewilderingly forlorn. He froze as he saw the man slowly turn towards him, head still averted downwards, not daring to meet Kaoru’s eyes as he spoke in a shaky voice. “I know that you hate me, and I know you have good reason. But I refuse to let one of those reasons be something that is an utter falsehood fabricated out of pure malice and jealousy by a man who was once my dearest friend.” Die sighed as he gestured to the seat on the opposite side of the heart, beckoning Kaoru to sit. “All I ask is that you hear me out, and then you may feel free to resume your hatred of me to your hearts content.” The auburn haired man nodded as he sat next to the redhead, eyes watching as he drew a harsh breath before he continued. // “GOD!!!” The scream of intense and palpable suffering echoed throughout the house, radiating into the fiber of each occupant’s being, wracking them to their very souls with insurmountable anguish before it finally dissipated into a low and desperate series of sobs. “For the love of God, let me in there! She is my wife!” The redhead screamed at the top of his lungs, ebony eyes blazing with confusion and fury as he seethed at the two men blocking the door to his wife’s bed chamber. His father and brother in law remained unmoving, stoically braced in front of the oak frame, arms folded across their chests. “Daisuke, calm down.” The elderly man chided loudly. “You know the birthing chamber is no place for a husband and…” His words were cut off by another blood curdling scream from the other side of the door, followed by a torrent of muffled and confused commotion. Die slammed his fist down harshly on one of the end tables nearest to the hearth, sending an expensive antique vase shattering to the floor. “I have no time for this!” He snarled as he bolted upright, hot tears streaming down his face, tendrils of crimson loosed from his hair ribbon as he stormed up to the two men and shouldered into them, pushing with all his might. “She is dying in there. Let me in! It is my right! I am her husband! She needs me!” With violent force his brother in law hurled him backwards with his forearm before landing a searing uppercut on his jaw. Die faltered, landing against the back of one of the chairs, toppling it over as his spine bent awkwardly and he winced in pain. “Damnit Daisuke.” The man a mere three years his senior shouted as he shook his hand slightly. “Get a hold of yourself. I’m just as concerned as you are. She is my sister after all, but please, maintain a sense of decorum.” Die sneered, spitting out a mouthful of blood, sanguine pooling and smearing on the varnished floor before he wiped his bruised lip with the back of his hand as he rose to his feet. “How can you dare call yourself her brother while you stand there and do nothing. You sir are nothing but a coward.” He trembled with the aftershocks of the blow as he finally stood. His voice dropped low and dangerous as his eyes pierced the two men like poisoned daggers, chest heaving, body quaking in fury which was about to erupt with dire consequences. “Now…let…me… pass.” Suddenly he was stilled by a gentle palm on his shoulder, he whipped around venomously, ready to backhand whoever dare interrupt him until his eyes managed to focus on the calm and feeble clergy man. Immediately the redhead’s visage stilled and he turned a sickening pallor. “Father…” He whispered, the ramifications of the priest’s presence now beginning to weigh upon his troubled mind. He slumped backwards, steadying himself upon the divan, breath coming in trembling and erratic pants as he watched the old pontificate give him a solemn nod, biting his lip before turning towards the door to his wife’s bed chamber. Another agonizing shriek rang through the house and the priest paused, making the sign of the cross in front of himself, head dropping low until the heart wrenching intonation finally ceased. He approached Die’s father and brother in law, mumbling a few inaudible words of compassion, both of them bowing slightly and stepping aside as the shadowed figure entered the room and the door closed behind him. Die’s mind desperately tried to come to terms with the situation. This couldn’t be happening, it was simply an impossibility. This is not what he wanted, this is not how things should be. His entire life, he had been the one in control, and try as he might, no matter how much power he wielded, how much prestige he flaunted, how much money spilt from his pockets, death would accept none of it at the bargaining table. He felt as helpless as the infant behind those doors. He grappled with the unwelcome and indeed petrifying thoughts of his own ineptitude, his own defalcation. His mouth hung agape, speech and movement having left him so he could focus on rumination alone. The room had fallen silent, but to Die the sound of blood rushing through his head and his breath rushing in and out of his lungs was deafening. It was like a maddening symphony of syncopation. The mantel clock ticked in time with his heart beat; the demonic rhythm counting the seconds that bore into his skull, driving like steel, deep and potent and palpable. He leaned forward, bringing his hands to his head, covering his ears to block out the sounds that began in slow and expressive Adagio, but they were emanating from the inside, stirring from his soul increasing and flowing with the sanguine that coursed in his veins to Andante tempo, resonating up his spinal chord and plucking each vertebrae with a quickening Allegretto, spreading out and devouring each synapse in his brain rapidly, vicious and mercurial, swirling to Vivace until he bolted upright, eyes flashing wildly as he ran towards the door, throwing both of the men aside with almost inhuman strength as he tore the wooden enclosures open. What he saw made him fall to his knees; a long, singular, dismayed scream of violent, desperate, miserable defeat tore from his throat. The priest was muttering a few prayers as made the sign of the cross with oil on his wife’s ashen forehead before covering her head with the thin linen sheet. Tears fell from his eyes, as he covered his face, falling forward, collapsing into himself. One of the serving girls came towards him curtseying slightly, her eyes puffy and distraught. “I’m so sorry for your loss sir. Your son is healthy. The midwife has taken him to her chamber to the wet nurse.” Her voice cracked, and she covered he face with a small square of silk before turning on her heels and rushing out of the room, overcome by emotion. // The redhead fell forward, sliding off his seat and tumbling to the ground crying desperately as he recalled every grievous detail of his wife’s death. The auburn haired man jumped up in surprise, kneeling next to his cousin, trying to help him to sit up, but he was halted as Die raised a trembling palm up, his voice stuttering as he fought back sobs for breath. “Wait, there is more.” He paused as he pushed himself up on his forearm, placing his back upon the edge of the seat, bringing his knees up and resting his elbows on them, his head hung low, face obscured by his long undone crimson tresses as he stared into the fire. “Three days later we buried my beautiful wife. I was devastated. She was everything to me, but I managed to find new joy and comfort in my son. He was so full of life.” He laughed sadly at the fond memory. “He had my hair and eyes, her lips and gentle spirit, and when I held him in my arms he smiled at me. Somehow, just looking at him gave me hope that things were going to be alright again. Little did I know what my father and brother in law were plotting. You see, as much as I loved my wife, both she and I had come to realize that I had been, and would always be attracted to men. And despite this flaw she loved me, and I loved her ardently. I vowed my heart and my life to her and I never betrayed her. And although it was an arranged marriage, I left my past in my past. Truly, she was my soul mate. However, they must have found her journals, for the night of their funeral, they took me out to the tavern, proceeded to fill me with liquor, insisting that drink would comfort my tortured soul, all the while they had paid a beautiful young man who was waiting in the wings, ready to seduce me when I was to far gone to remember even my own name. They left me, and he swept in, luring me back to a hotel with passionate kisses, and I admit it, I was so lonely, so needy, so desperate to replace the love I had lost for one fleeting moment that I took him. But I was crying the entire time I did.” Die halted, lifting his head up, tears rolling down his face as he gazed into the fire, biting his trembling lip. “But it was all a plot to take away my son, to prevent him from being raised by an impious pervert, and to stop a deviant like myself from shaming their good daughter’s name. They burst in on us. They beat me while my lover stood there and laughed. I…I didn’t even try to fight back. I knew I deserved every single cruel blow their pontificate hands dealt to my body. I had disgraced their name and their daughter, my wife. The next day I left, without question, they didn’t need to ask me. I knew it was the noble thing to do.” Finally the redhead turned to his cousin, forlorn and vacant eyes staring straight at the older man. “I miss them you know. I loved them so much. My wife…my…son.” And then he collapsed in on himself again, muscles tensing, form quaking with sobs pulled from the despondent depths of his soul. Kaoru hadn’t even noticed that he too had started crying. He moved slowly, letting his knees lead him closer until he was next to his cousin, tentatively reaching his arms out and encircling the man’s quaking form and pulling him in close, holding him tightly. He felt Die lean his head against his chest, as he brought his chin down on top of his cousin’s hair, inhaling deeply, breathing in the sweet scent of Die’s cologne before he pressed his lips to the silken tresses tenderly. The redhead grasped at Kaoru’s waistcoat, fisting the material tightly as he held on, tremors of sadness and regret rocking through him. The country man felt more crystalline drops fall from his beautiful eyes, reminding him of what a horrible misjudgment he had made. He cursed himself for treating his cousin so coldly, so callously when he had no idea what tremendous pain the man had been through. And penance or no, he did the only thing that seemed right and true to him in that moment. Carefully, he placed one palm under Die’s chin and shifted his jaw upwards until he was able to look his cousin straight in the eye. “Die, I do humbly, and sincerely apologize.” Kaoru’s eyes fell momentarily as he licked his lips pensively before continuing. “I had no idea. It was wrong of me to accuse you without knowing the truth. I understand if you do not wish to, but please…please forgive me. I was a fool.” The redhead blinked is eyes several times, face expressionless, trying to comprehend the gentle words that fell from his gorgeous cousin’s lips. Finally, the corners of his lips turned upwards ever so slightly as he nodded. “Of course I forgive you, Kaoru.” The older man’s breath hitched in his throat, watching the fire light play upon the alluring countenance of his cousin’s face mere inches from his own, his lips slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Without thinking, the country man leaned forward, pressing his lips over each tear, kissing them away, letting the warm liquid flow into his mouth, relishing it reverently, feeling Die’s cheeks shift signaling a movement into a small smile before he brought his lips lightly to his cousin’s, letting the simple sensation of that satiny flesh against his own overwhelm his senses as he shivered at the touch. Die gasped lightly in surprise, pushing back gently as he sighed contently, opening his mouth slightly, teasing the bottom of Kaoru’s lip with just the tip of his velvety tongue, eliciting a breathy mewl from the older man as the redhead’s palm traveled upwards caressing the side of his cheek, running his thumb over the well defined cheek bone. Finally the two pulled back simultaneously, the country man was flushed as he stuttered. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what came over me. I…” But any further protests were silenced as Die captured his lips again in a heated kiss, this time more demanding, more chastely divine as he slipped his tongue inside Kaoru’s mouth, teasing and dancing, circling upon the silken roof while his nimble fingers loosed the ribbon on the nape of the country man’s neck, letting the auburn tresses spill over the older man’s shoulders as Die smoothed his fingers through the locks lovingly. Kaoru returned the kiss passionately, arching up against his cousin, moaning as he felt Die’s other hand encircle his waist and pull him closer, the heat from the fire and the redhead’s body setting his blood boiling. He grabbed onto Die’s biceps for support, clawing at the fabric as the younger man’s lips left his own, trailing down his neck, tongue licking a hot swipe down the slender column, flicking at the sensitive skin below his ear before he purred into his ear. “You are so beautiful, so wonderful Kaoru. Thank you. Thank you so much for reminding me that there are some people that are truly good, that truly care.” The country man swallowed hard as Die’s fingers began unbuttoning his waistcoat before sliding it off of his shoulders. Kaoru shrugged the cumbersome clothing off, his hands clutching desperately at the younger man’s face as he sought Die’s lips again, kissing him ardently, feverishly as he moved to kneel on top of the redhead’s outstretched legs. The redhead moaned at the seductive treatment, his hands grasping at the hem of Kaoru’s shirt, pulling it from his breeches before his fingers fell beneath the fabric, gently caressing the creamy skin, loving the way the muscles tensed and fluttered beneath as his fingers found the tawny nubs, taking each of them between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing tightly. Die’s length was already painfully hard and pressing urgently upon his breeches, silently begging for release. “Die!” Kaoru broke from the kiss panting, back arching, pressing his chest urgently into the touch, as lashes of pleasure tore through his body. He bucked his hips forward, pressing his trapped desire into the redhead’s, the friction driving him mad with desire as he mewled and claimed Die’s lips again in a scorching kiss, moaning through each heated swipe of his tongue against his cousin’s, his hands clawing desperately at the buttons of the younger man’s waist coat, trembling in urgency as he fumbled with them, failing time and time again to undo them. The redhead chuckled slightly, removing his hands from Kaoru’s chest and placing them over his cousin’s, stilling them with a gently entreating squeeze before removing them and unfastening the buttons himself before sitting up slightly and letting the coat fall from his form. “Hmm…” He quirked an eyebrow at his blushing cousin as he leaned back, taking the hem of Kaoru’s shirt in his grasp and lifting it off the man in one fluid movement. “Ah, now that is much better.” He purred as he ran one slender finger down the center of the older man’s chest, delighting in the way Kaoru’s body shivered beneath his touch, the way his eyes lidded closed in passion, and his breath hitched – the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the way he mewled and thrust his hips forward slightly when Die teased across the waistband of his breeches. The redhead sat up and grabbed Kaoru’s hips with his hands, bringing him forward suddenly as he forced his tongue into his mouth, bucking his hips against the smaller man’s, their cocks rubbing against each others again and again as Die’s one hand snaked around his cousin’s waist and the other tangled between the locks of his hair. Kaoru wrapped his legs around the younger man, hips pumping urgently, wildly as his tongue warred with the redhead’s. The younger man pulled back slightly, taking Kaoru’s bottom lip in his mouth and suckling on it before he pulled on his hair, tilting his head backwards to have better access to the slender neck which he licked and nipped with searing kisses. “Kaoru…” He whispered against the flesh, the incessant rocking of the older man’s hips against his threatening to send him over the edge. “I want to watch you…Pleasure yourself for me…please….” Kaoru was lost, the most glorious sensations sending coils of molten passion through his entire body as he continued thrusting against Die’s rock hard length. “Yes…God…yes Die…what ever you desire….” He felt the younger man’s hands on his hips, lifting him gently back onto his knees as the redhead braced himself on the back of the chair, hoisting himself up until he was once again seated. Kaoru pouted slightly until he met Die’s eyes, smoldering with such desire that it made his breath catch in his throat as the aristocrat took his trembling hands and lifted him to stand, pulling him close, eyes never leaving the country man’s. Die put his palm flat against Kaoru’s stomach, running in a smooth circle, watching as the country man moaned. Quickly, the redhead’s fingers unlaced his breeches, and let them fall soundlessly to the floor. “Remove them completely, Kaoru.” He commanded huskily, hot breath striking the older man’s now exposed and dripping cock. Nodding mutely, the auburn haired beauty acquiesced, removing his stockings and shoes before kicking the fabric aside, now standing completely nude and hopelessly aroused in front of his alluring cousin. Die moaned as his eyes traced every luscious contour of the man’s flawless body, every inch of that milky skin, every crease of the toned muscle, every slight protrusion of bone until he stopped at the turgid flesh standing rigid and dewing at the tip. On impulse, he leaned forward, tongue darting out and licked the crown slowly, inserting his tongue into the slit and cleaning it hungrily before he pulled back, smiling resplendently at the moan of frustration he received as soon as his lips had left. The redhead sat up slightly, unlacing his own breeches, and letting them pool at his feet before discarding them in similar fashion and sitting back down, languidly stroking his own throbbing desire, staring at Kaoru anxiously as he bit his lip, sensation beginning to take control of his form. “Kneel for me, Kaoru.” The country man obeyed, stooping slowly, bracing himself on Die’s knees as he lowered himself between, his hand grasping hold of his member and giving a firm squeeze that sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “God…Die….” He moaned as his palm flew up and down his length again and he pumped his hips, his other hand coming up to tease his nipple, pinching it and flicking it with his index finger, biting his lip as his heart began to pound thunderously within his chest. Slowly his eyes opened and met Die’s staring at him with such longing it made him mewl headily as he watched the redhead stroke his own ample length with hard, firm pulls up and down the trembling flesh. Kaoru’s mouth watered, and he licked his lips, he wanted so badly to taste the redhead. Slowly, he inched his way forward, hand still ardently caressing his own cock as he leaned in, eyes silently entreating permission. “Kaoru…” Die lidded his eyes in desire as he stilled his hand, watching in awe as that beautiful mouth moved in closer and Kaoru’s tentative tongue darted out and licked the dewy drops from his crown before his lips closed around his head. He swore he was in heaven as his back arched off the seat, feeling the country man take more of his cock into his decadent, scorching mouth, suckling on him furiously. “God…Kaoru…please…” Die gasped as he watched the smaller man pull back slightly only to lathe up and down his length, licking him from base to tip while his Kaoru’s palm still caressed and stroked his member as he mewled and bucked into his hand, turning his head from side to side, determined to cover the entirety of the redhead’s cock before his lips suckled on the crown again, teeth nipping at the tender skin, causing Die to jolt upwards. The aristocrat’s vision swam, smearing at the edges, as his mind shut down, body taking over as euphoric pleasure caressed him from the inside out, his hands traveling upwards of their own accord, fingers lacing through Kaoru’s auburn locks, holding him in place as he bucked up slightly into that warm and supplicant mouth, a silent plea for the country man to take in more. The older man gasped as he felt Die’s crown strike the inner recess of his throat, causing tears to form on the outskirts of his eyes. It was the most exquisite thing, the twin sensation of his own hand pleasuring himself, stroking his dripping length while his mouth devoured his cousin’s cock, each moan from the younger man only heightening his own arousal, making him want to pump himself faster, suckle on his cousin with more ardor. It was a decadent and mutually reciprocal dance, leading them both closer to the edge of ultimate gratification and release as Kaoru moaned and panted around Die’s turgid length, the heady vibrations causing the redhead to grasp onto his head harder and force more of himself into Kaoru’s mouth. “Please…Kaoru…” Die begged shamelessly, his pulse banging loudly in his temples as he felt the older man’s teeth scrape harshly down his length, and his lidded eyes watching as the man fisted himself faster before pinching his crown roughly between his thumb and forefinger causing his whole form to buck forward, swallowing more of Die’s cock. The intense swirling of fiery lust that swelled within him built to a fever pitch as the redhead found his voice. “Dear God…come for me Kaoru…” The country man twisted, hips undulating wildly as he bucked in his own grasp, hand running erratically up and down his cock, mouth still worshiping his cousin’s cock with the utmost desire and attention. He whimpered, tears now flowing down his cheeks as he gasped, tension evident in every taut line in his body, breath coming in shallow, rapid pants as finally his senses faltered and he froze, ribbons of white flying from his cock as he came violently. The very action of seeing this paramount testament of release sent Die following right after him as he held fast to Kaoru’s head, hips rising of the seat sharply, pushing in to Kaoru’s mouth so deep, crying out his cousin’s name before his passion flowed out into the older man’s mouth in a rapid torrent. Kaoru’s eyes flew wide at the sudden onslaught of sticky fluid that assaulted his throat but he drank it down greedily, licking his cousin clean as he milked every last precious drop out of the man. Finally, he let the flesh slip from his lips, staring up at the beautiful redhead with hazy and adoring eyes as the younger man rose from the chair and sank to the floor, embracing the his cousin from behind and leading both of them to lie in front of the fire place. No words were spoken, none were necessary, as Kaoru felt that warm arm wrap protectively around his waist and he nuzzled his head into the crux between Die’s neck and shoulder. He sighed contentedly, musing lightly to himself at how good and right it felt to be locked in Die’s embrace before falling into slumber.
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Part 10
Author’s Notes: Apologies for the long wait between chapters. And trust me, this fic would NOT have been continued had it not been for all the people who emailed me or commented in LJ asking for more. C&C really does help to inspire. Thank you so very much for your interest in this fic. Also special thanks to Adi for betaing, and Kaoru no Mushi for convincing me that I would indeed write again and putting up with my constant bitching about my creative dry spell *snuggles her hunny*. Anyways, enjoy. C&Cs are greatly appreciated. The nude beauty tossed slightly as the first rays of sun met his eyes as his servant drew the curtains aside. The light sent his nose crinkling and his mouth opened widely in a yawn before he sprawled onto his side, the thin sheet barely secured around his waist. His legs scissored apart and one arm tucked safely beneath the down pillow. His other slender arm fell lightly across his head, rustling his hair as he squirmed into the warmth of the golden bath of light luminescent on his pale skin. Vaguely he heard the door to his bedroom close softly; a resigned sigh left his lips as he languidly opened his eyes, blinking the sleep from them. Toshiya willed himself into movement as the events he had planned for the day, once recalled in precise detail, brought an enthusiasm he was not accustomed to in the morning. Stretching his lean limbs he sauntered to his dressing table, puckering his lips and blowing himself a charming kiss into the mirror. He’d spent the better part of the evening concocting a plot, a small stratagem to be rid of the repugnant country simpleton. The auburn-haired beauty knew that the flame of desire had been released within his prey, it was just a matter of channeling said libido in the proper direction, feeding the fire before dropping Kaoru into the inferno - namely to a certain redhead. The pot so much sweeter if he could perhaps have a small dollop himself, for as much as he despised Kaoru, he found his virginity absolutely beguiling – a fetching quality of the fey beauty he was neither too shallow nor too blind to overlook. This afternoon’s excursion into the country would provide the perfect opportunity. Kaoru would be seduced, more than that; he’d be positively begging to be taken. Dressing in a simple yet elegant cerulean waistcoat and matching breeches, he straightened his pristine white cravat. “Lovely dearest. Simply irresistible.” He whispered and winked to himself, spinning around in front of his ornate full length mirror to more fully admire the view before fingering the small envelope on his bed side table. It most certainly had been left by the servant earlier, and he gave it a rueful glance before slicing through the letter efficiently. “Perfect…” Another small utterance to himself as he perused the contents. Apparently his blonde lover was pitifully sorry for his inexcusable behavior of the previous day and was requesting a visit that morning at the younger man’s earliest convenience. Folding the letter once he slipped it into his breast pocket, a Cheshire grin painting his lips with mischief. The day was turning out to be more fortuitous than he’d first imagined. Not only did he receive an invitation to visit his dear friend Yoshiki in the country, an invitation he was well aware the redhead must have also received and who, in turn, would most certainly be accompanied by the country man, but he was now afforded the opportunity for a little revenge on the smaller blonde who’d so cruelly dismissed him the previous day. Quickly he rushed from the room, hollering for his carriage to be brought around immediately ____ Across town the morning light was more oppressive than anything, as it played in stagnant patterns across the beveled ceiling of the opulent boudoir, beneath which the blonde man sat with quill in hand, feather tickling the side of his mouth before he moved to poise it above the thick sheet of parchment. Another tedious task of bookkeeping only made mildly more entertaining by calculating in the margins how much of the redhead’s fortune he was wont to gain after sealing the fate of the young countryman. Lost in the plethora of numbers and calculations; ever so often his gaze would flick to beyond the windows, waiting for the inevitable return of his footman hopefully bearing his prized Toshiya to his door step, and more specifically to his bed. He’d felt like an utter cad, so blatantly dismissing the younger man the day before and had every intention of codifying his lover’s anger with sweetest of pleasures of debased copulation. His mind wandered, reliving the derisive conversation he’d held with Kaoru the day before under the guise of a priest and concealed by the opaque lattice of the confessional booth. A devious smile crept onto his lips and his eyes grew heavy with lackadaisical musings, so much so he barely noticed the door to his bedroom open, his butler announcing the arrival of his much anticipated guest with a slight cough. “Master Hara, sir.” The elderly man spoke in a commanding voice before stepping aside, the slender aristocrat breezing in from behind him. A smile of abject delight bloomed upon the blonde’s full lips, his tongue unconsciously tracing their outline as the younger man sauntered into the room like a siren’s song, alluring and irresistible. Toshiya gave a cocky wink at the servant as the door was closed softly behind him. Straightening his sapphire waistcoat he nodded to Kyo before walking briskly to his side, nimble fingers plucking the quill from his hand, setting it daintily in the inkwell. “I received your message…something urgent?” His tone was clipped, voice curt as his eyes bore into the seated blonde’s, face void of the underlying impishness. Kyo winced as the words were fired at him, and he shrank into himself as he averted his eyes, watching the impatient tapping of his lover’s foot on the wood floor. He hadn’t expected such a reaction and was slow to respond. “I owe you my deepest, most humble apologies.” He reached for a pale hand, brining it to his lips and kissing the expanse reverentially, from the center over the knuckles, gaze lidded but nevertheless watching his lover ardently. “It was awfully cruel of you.” He dangled the lure with his demonstrative tone, scornful and hurt all twined within the syllables. “I can’t tell you how horribly upset I was.” With disgust he pulled his hand away quickly from the penitent lips, subduing a feral smile. A slight rustling of fabric and the heat of warm palms pressed flat upon the fabric of his breeches roused him from his Machiavellian musings. The redhead wouldn’t be arriving to Yoshiki’s manor for several hours – ample time for some most deserved groveling. A quick flick of his tongue as it darted out to wet his lips, eyes raking down the blond who’d fallen to his knees, his cheek nuzzling the outline of one sloping hipbone. “You think that’s going to work do you?” Toshiya gave a haughty laugh, a sharp shove with the points of his fingers against the shorter man’s shoulder. Raising the tails of his coat behind himself he settled on top of the desk, carelessly swiping the papers to the floor in the process. Perched from his new vantage point, he crossed his legs, one arm leaning on his knee as he held his chin in his palm. “I am waiting for an answer. Do not keep me waiting long.” Kyo was at a loss, he bit his lip, moving on his knees to place his hands gently on either side of his lover. “Please…let me earn your forgiveness.” It was a plaintive plea, uttered as he kissed from the delicate, stocking covered ankle upwards. “I suppose.” The auburn haired man spared not a glance for his companion, busy admiring his newly buffed nails in the sunlight with an outwardly bored disinterest. Slowly, he unfolded his legs, letting them dangle over the side of the desk, his hands wrapping in a tangle of blonde hair and bidding his lover closer. He squirmed closer to the edge, allowing enough space for the shorter man to dispense with the lacing of his breeches, and slide them down to the middle of his toned thighs. “Show me how sorry you are dearest.” He purred as his dripping crown was revealed to the kneeling man. “Prove that you are worthy of my forgiveness.” “Anything…please…” He spoke against the quivering flesh before kissing the dewing tip reverently. Tongue replacing lips he darted it into the slit, several droplets staining his tongue which he relished. His fingers slid over the delicate hip bones, contouring to the curvature of his lover’s ass as he massaged the flesh slowly. Lips slid over the satin head, parting as hands pushed the taller man deeper into his mouth. Eyes nearly innocent on the auburn haired beauty mewling under his careful ministrations. Toshiya gasped as his cock was engulfed into wet heat, back arching into more of the divine touch. His legs parted further, knees rubbing against the lacquered sides of the writing desk. “More.” His command came on a shallow pant, his hips pulsing softly. Pulling his mouth away for a few seconds, Kyo’s hand replaced his mouth seamlessly, stroking the slicked flesh rapidly, his lips seeking just the crown as he grazed his teeth around the sensitive velvet. Ears drinking in the delightful sounds of the younger man’s mewls before descended on the entirety, relaxing his throat until the dripping crown struck the back of it. “Kyo!” A scream was torn from Toshiya’s throat, his heart racing as he danced closer to the edge of ecstasy. Toshiya’s eyes slid closed, intent on savoring the sensation of touch, blocking out light and forcing his ears to reject sound he slid down until his toes were just touching the floor, hips undulating at a feverish pace as he impaled himself upon his lover’s mouth again and again. Nearly choking as he was moved, Kyo grasped on to the table with one hand to steady himself, the other still leading his mouth, applying the most scintillating pressure as he lavished the swollen ache with attention. He could feel the younger man’s cock start to quiver against his tongue and on instinct he began to hum low and deep, centering in the back of his throat and vibrating outwards. His own ache rubbed painfully in the intolerable confines of his breeches, desperate for release. Toshiya’s slender fingers raked through blonde hair, pushing Kyo to take in more, mouth parted as he panted in breathy bursts through passion-swollen lips. He felt himself slipping, the cord coming unwound quickly. All that he needed was the final push, which was dutifully provided by the tuneless song pervading from his lover’s mouth. “God! Kyo!” – his spine a perfect concave as he released his seed into the blonde’s mouth, holding his head with a vice like grip to ensure he swallowed every last drop. The smaller man nearly choked with the velocity of elixir spilt into his mouth. Finally he felt hands unwind from his tresses, restriction removed as he pulled back from the flesh reluctantly giving a final, reverential kiss to the very tip. His smoldering eyes dared to meet his lover’s as he stood, arms bracing against the desk, capturing Toshiya between as he pressed for an urgent kiss. However, as soon as his lips were about to touch, the younger aristocrat turned his head to the side – Kyo received nothing but fair cheek alighted by a coy smile. With one well manicured hand, he shoved the other man back from himself and stood, fastening his breeches briskly. The blonde gaped incredulously as Toshiya reached in his pocket and procured the gift he’d given him only a few days prior, the delicate golden pocket watch which he flicked open with flippant disdain for Kyo’s obviously aroused predicament. “Ah…but I am late.” Returning the watch to it’s safe harbor, he pushed himself off from the desk, further forcing the blonde to stumble backwards. “Y…you’re leaving? Now?” A terse hand ran through his disheveled blonde locks, a pleading intonation evident in his voice. “But…but…” He gestured with impatience, arms around his body. However, he was unable to finish his feeble protests, silenced by a firm finger on his lips. Toshiya brought his lips to the slender digit, kissing his own finger that pressed against the pouty lips, smiling devilishly. “And now we are even my pet. I trust next time you leave me in such a state, you’ll consider the ramifications of your careless actions.” With that said he turned quickly on his heels, leaving Kyo helpless but to gape at his retreating form. To add insult to injury, the auburn haired beauty made sure to sway his hips sensually as he sauntered out the door. __ The country man finished inspecting himself in the mirror. Die had sent his personal tailor to visit in the very early hours of the morning, rousing the Kaoru from a fitful slumber to be prodded, poked, measured and manhandled all in the name of fashion. Still the tailor had stayed true to his words, returning a little before lunch with a new waistcoat of deep plum and coordinating breeches. The naive aristocrat couldn’t help but be flattered by the myriad attention his cousin lavished upon him, spinning once to observe the way the flaps of the waistcoat came to rest snugly above the curves of his tight ass. His cheeks stained a similar hue as his ensemble as he giggled slightly at his boorish actions. “I’m worse than a woman with a new gown.” He chided himself at the folly of his actions softly as he ran his palms flat against the extravagant material over his chest. Truly it was the most exquisite suit he’d ever seen, let alone been privy to wear. “But you look absolutely bewitching.” The husky purr of a familiar voice wafted through the air as Kaoru finished another demure circle in front of the mirror. Startled, he turned only to find his alluring cousin in the doorway of his bedroom, arms folded across his chest leaning into the frame, matching suit of crimson conforming to every gorgeous camber of his form. Kaoru shuddered pleasurably despite himself. “I…” The older man faltered in embarrassment, his eyes averted to the floor, seemingly engrossed in contemplation of his shoes, however he heard the tell tale footsteps breaching the distance between them, feeling the air warm as Die neared. Finally he felt a hand take his own. “You are stunning, Kaoru.” The redhead remarked veraciously as he brought the hand to his lips, kissing it gently, all the while moving closer, forcing Kaoru’s head up as he left little distance between them. Kaoru’s cheeks felt hot, warmth only increasing as Die’s breath struck his rosen skin. Eventually, the countryman dared to meet the inviting ebony eyes. “Thank you. This was really too kind of you.” His meager voice was a mere whisper as he felt himself drown in the deep and alluring irises. “You…you didn’t have to.” Flickers of fire sparks swam in his belly as Die cupped his face softly, an inadvertent gasp falling from his lips he licked unconsciously, angling his face into Die’s palm. The aristocrat watched the tongue leave a glistening sheen on slightly parted lips before he claimed them with an assuring gentleness, slow at first but increasing in tenacity as Kaoru acquiesced to his ardent demands, velvet tongue swirling in the smoldering mouth. The country man’s hands came to rest on the redhead’s shoulders, body falling forward into Die’s own. Wrapping one arm around the slight waist, Die pulled their hips together tightly, a small thrust to let the older man feel his desire, already swollen beneath layers of fabric, delighting as Kaoru opened his mouth further, his tongue playing avidly with his own as he mewled headily, pressing back with his own rapidly increasing arousal. The redhead’s other hand slid beneath the part in the fabric of his cousin’s waistcoat, grasping the taut flesh of his ass and massaging with deliberately enticing ministrations. With a playful slap to the pert bottom, Die stepped back and straightened his own waistcoat. “Are you ready to go?” He offered a crooked arm to take his cousin’s, watching in amusement as the country man finally opened his passion lidded eyes and snapped rudely back into reality, a scowl pursed on his thin lips. Kaoru lifted his head high in a vain attempt at recovery, stately chin jutting outwards as he composed himself with the honor and prudishness so deeply rooted in his core. “Yes.” He muttered tersely as he walked rigidly right past Die, not bothering to glance behind himself to see if the redhead followed. Shaking his head, with a chuckle and a smile evident as Die let the other man lead the way, pausing for a long minute before turning to follow; with a flip of his coat tails he strode confidently from the boudoir. __ “Daisuke!” The elegant blonde man strode up to his friend, hand extended in a jovial gesture, taking the redhead’s and shaking it strongly. The aristocrat laughed and used the leverage of his position to yank the elder man into a friendly embrace, hand slapping heartily on Yoshiki’s back. “It is good to see you as always my friend. You make so few trips to the city lately to visit.” He beamed with unadulterated happiness as he grasped the manor owner’s shoulders. They stared at each other with an intimate familiarity, simply basking in each other’s presence. Kaoru’s brow knitted in subdued yet infuriated agitation as he stood witness to the cherished exchange, a few paces to Die’s side as they exited the carriage, an unbidden jealous streak welled up within him as he brought a fist to his mouth and coughed abruptly. Releasing his mentor, Die reached behind him for Kaoru’s hand, tugging him closer as he glanced over his shoulder, a seductive wink at his cousin before turning his attention back to Yoshiki. “Excuse my horribly crass manners. Yoshiki, I would like to introduce you to my dearest cousin Kaoru.” Bowing slightly at the waist, the redhead pulled his cousin forward while retreating marginally himself. Unsteady feet stumbled forward kicking up plumes of road dust, a surly glance shot as his cousin before Kaoru steeled his face into one of cool pleasantness, reaching out his hand to take Yoshiki’s in his own. He crossed his legs at the knees and gave a respectful bow to the older gentleman. “It is an honor to meet you. My cousin has spoken highly of you sir.” It started with a slight tittering, a few chokes of chuckles before expanding into a roar of laughter that tore through the air as the manor owner released the dainty hand, his arm wrapping around his stomach as tears of hilarity leaked from his eyes. Kaoru was left moderately dumbstruck at the inappropriate outburst, looking to his cousin for guidance only to find him in a similar state of hilarity, nearly doubled over with amusement. “What?!” The country man demanded, stomping his foot petulantly to get the others’ attention. “Why do you laugh so? What do you find so funny?” Straightening to his full height he tugged roughly on the hem of the violet waist coat, utterly incensed by the response. Yoshiki bemusedly waved a hand in front of his face, laughter finally dying down as he took a few calming breaths, wiping the small droplets from the corners of his eyes. “Please, do not be offended, dearest Kaoru.” He bowed subjectively at the country man before righting himself briskly. “I do most humbly apologize, but the thought of our beloved Daisuke speaking highly of me is so implausible it truly is laughable.” Die also straightened up, coughing as he regained his composure, a smile still plastered on his face as Yoshiki walked behind them and put his arms around each of their shoulders in an act of camaraderie. “Please, let us go to the house.” He nodded towards the stately manor above the lush verdantly lined stone path. . “Lunch awaits us.” He assured the still rather stiff form of the auburn haired countryman, pulling him along with the momentum of his gait. A few perfunctory introductions were made between the newly arrived guests and Yoshiki’s exiting entourage before the long haired blonde led them into the dining room. Kaoru gritted his teeth in annoyance, not privy to the intimate jokes his cousin and his fellow aristocrat shared, memories and innuendos he’d not been a part of. The suave owner took his seat at the head of the table, bidding Die to sit on his right, Kaoru on his left, the custom places for the guest of honor and his significant other. Fuming with disgrace, Kaoru flipped the tails of his plum waistcoat out with fury and settled into his seat, drawing on every modicum of decency he could fathom not to simply stand and walk out of the luxurious dining room. His hands wrapped around the oak sides of the chair, scooting it in roughly as the first course was placed in front of him by a fetching young servant girl. Recalling his manners and highly conscious of his decorum, Kaoru smiled politely as the plate was set before him. Die watched as the girl moved around the table, serving Yoshiki first, then himself and finally Kaoru. With a slightly bemused drawl, he brought the brimming glass of Merlot to his lips. “Gentlemen, I propose a toast – to old friends and new.” A tip of his outstretched glass towards the other members of their party before the redhead brought it to his lips, sipping subtly, his eyes locked on Kaoru over the rim, his tongue swiping around the edge to catch a stray drop. Kaoru caught the glance and blushed at the subtle intonation, though he countered his cousin’s actions with appropriate etiquette. Only sliding his eyes swiftly to the manor owner as a servant entered the room and whispered briskly in his ear. “You must excuse me for a moment.” Yoshiki rose from the table, giving a grand bow. “The county priest is here to see me briefly before he leaves for the city. Most likely in search of another donation.” He quipped. Another low bow as he rose from the table, he excused himself, sashaying from the room with inherent elegance. At the mere mention of a priest, Kaoru arched rigidly in his chair, his mind replaying each sinful decision he’d made as of late. Remorse obvious on his visage as he focused all his attention on cutting his meal into small pieces, he was so engrossed in his actions that he failed to see his cousin accidentally drop his napkin to the floor. “Pardon me.” Die purred as he rose from his chair, stooping below the table, wickedness dancing in his eyes. The country man paid him little mind, making a mental note to visit the parish church if they were staying until dinner. As he picked up a forkful of salad to chew methodically,he spared a brief glance at his retreating cousin the, only acknowledgement he’d even heard the other man’s apology. Suddenly he started abruptly, his fork dropping from his grasp, and clanging loudly against the china as he felt warm hands parting his legs, running with modest pressure up his encased inner thighs. Kaoru tried to kick his aggressor, obviously agitated and extremely annoyed by the redhead’s game, but at the same time he felt himself stirring in response to the impiety as fingers unlaced his breeches with swift efficiency, exposing his crown. “Stop it!” He hissed as he leaned over the table, speaking into the ornately embroidered linen cloth aligned over the top. Kaoru’s eyes flashed to either side ensuring no one was looking before he set his silver ware down and slipped his hands beneath the table and swatted Die’s away from his waist, still attempting to strike him with his shoes. “No.” The redhead retorted juvenilely, incredibly amused and equally aroused as he set his knees on each of the country man’s feet and snatched at his wrists, holding them aside and effectively restraining Kaoru. “I’m hungry.” His lips began kissing the revealed tip of Kaoru’s erection, placing the softest yet most maddening pressure. The country man attempted to pull his arms free as he squirmed in his seat, eyes sliding shut, coupled with a harsh breath as he felt the delicate lips on him. Swallowing hard, he strove to hold onto to his respectability, whispering harshly towards the carpet while his eyes darted frantically around the room, adrenaline coursing through him at the possibility of being caught in such a predicament. “Then sit up and eat your food!” He snapped. The disembodied voice floated from behind the linen as Die’s tongue slipped out and he licked a full circle around the trembling flesh before stabbing into the slit, cleaning Kaoru hungrily. “That’s precisely what I am doing. I need to taste you cousin.” The redhead’s eyes lidded as he pushed his mouth down the whole of Kaoru’s cock, bunching the fabric as he deep throated the entirety of his length, moaning around it loudly. He could feel it becoming harder against his tongue, the constant dripping cascading down the back of his throat. “God…Die.” The older man ceased his struggles, his rational thought quickly dissipating as the sensuous ministrations continued to escalate, Die’s mouth sucking with an avid fervor. His toes curled in his shoes, his hands opening and closing before his arms fell limply at his side and he pressed his hips forward, needing to feel his cousin take more. He felt the younger man release his wrists, the newfound movement allowing him to wrap his fingers in soft strands of crimson, pulling them loose from the black ribbon Die had secured at his nape. Below the table, he felt his cousin shudder, his hands finding their way to Kaoru’s waistband and tugging more of the fabric loose from around him, lavishing even more exquisite attention, using one hand to stimulate him from base to tip as he nipped at the silken head, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “I do apologize for my delay.” Yoshiki waltzed back into the room, giving a brief glance at the country man before setting himself down again. Kaoru’s droopy eyes flew open, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as he watched slack jawed as the manor owner replaced his napkin and took a large sip of merlot. Just at that moment Die scraped his teeth down the turgid flesh, causing the auburn haired man to tremble, biting his lip to suppress an inappropriate moan. His hands returned to the table, shaky as he grasped his silverware and made every attempt to focus on his meal as the main course of beef Wellington was set before him. “Tell me,” The blonde man turned in his seat, his elegant face turned to Kaoru. “Where did our Daisuke run off to?” With the grace of a man held in the highest prestige, he sliced a single small piece of meat and curved his cutlery as he lifted it to his lips. Panic set in as Kaoru came to the realization that the redhead seemed to have no intention of ceasing his attentions, though the added voice and second set of legs beneath the table had most assuredly announced the return of their host. He flushed a deep shade of red as he felt Die’s hand slip between the unlaced folds of his velvet breeches, taking hold of his sacks and caressing them slowly, squeezing firmly. “I…” Kaoru’s voice cracked embarrassingly as he coughed to mask his faux pas. “I’m not sure.” He lied through his teeth, quickly taking a large bite and chewing methodically in hopes of avoiding further questioning. In such a predicament, he could hardly reach beneath the table to slap his cousin nor could he kick him as Die’s knees still sat on the tips of his shoes, and truth be told he wasn’t all that sure he wanted him to cease. Overwhelmed with a sense of taboo spurned on by passion, the country man felt undeniably anxious, the palpable sense of anxiety only feeding his desire further. His stomach fluttered uncontrollably. “Oh.” Their host remarked sweetly, his leg stretching out beneath the table until he felt it strike against something solid but supple. Yoshiki’s lips slid into a knowing smile which he quickly hid behind the rim of his glass. Having been acquainted with Die since he was a merely a young and noble miscreant, he knew without a doubt what the redheaded imp was up to. Not wanting to waste the opportunity for a bit of fun himself, he rolled his bottom lip into his mouth before licking across the pair, continuing his meal and polite conversation as if he was utterly oblivious. “So, I am told you’re from the country to the north of our region. Tell me, how do you find city life?” Yoshiki rested his chin between his thumb and forefinger, sitting back to focus his attention on the little scene before him. Die’s mouth left the solid flesh with a distinct smacking sound, snickering slightly as one hand reached to swat at the toed shoe poking him in the side and swiping it away. He could hear everything and knew very well what his mentor was doing. Yet another unspoken challenge became evident – would Kaoru break under the weight of passion or hold himself steady in the wake of questioning. Never being one to turn down a dare, the younger man ran both hands up the sides of his cousin’s breeches, yanking them down further before descending with renewed passion on the sodden cock. Yelping as he was further exposed, Kaoru flushed furiously, breaking into a nervous titter to cover up the outburst. “It is different, but on the whole I’m finding it quite educational.” Dissecting his meal further, he raised the silver fork to his lips, tongue darting out as the flavor met his taste buds, mouth closing around it. No sooner had he started to slide the prongs from the pleasure tinted crescents did Die move his tongue in the most tantalizing way, tracing a crisscross pattern over the throbbing vein of his cousin’s cock. His eyes slid closed and he exhaled in a long, strident moan around the utensil. Shielding his lips with his hand to prevent from laughing, Yoshiki paused before continuing his line in inquiry. “You like the dish? Personally I think there is no better kitchen staff around then the one I am fortuitous enough to have.” The blonde yammered on purposefully, absolutely enthralled by the look of sheer mortification that crept onto Kaoru’s face once he’d realized his improper outburst. “Y...yes. I think it’s…” The coils of pleasure in his groin began to escalate as Die dug both hands into his hips, holding him pinned against the chair as he suckled with delicious accuracy. Kaoru’s decorum was quickly dissipating as he felt the vibrations of a low hum in his cousin’s mouth. “Oh dear God.” He muttered under his breath, chocolate orbs darting to Yoshiki who seemed steeled into a position of utmost composure. Quickly he took another bite of the savory beef, unable to relish the taste as his senses flooded with the most impure pleasure. “It…it is amazing.” He managed to rasp out in a husky voice laced with lust - his reference to the heat and wet that continued to rob him of sanity, reducing him to a helpless creature of the most debased tortures. “Really…” The manor owner purred, leaning in closer in a conspiratory gesture. His meal forgotten, his ache swelling in response to the blush on the country man’s face and heaving chest concealed beneath pristine plum velvet. However, his attention was quickly diverted as another member of their party waltzed into the room. “Toshiya, my dear. You’re looking ravishing as always.” The slender beauty’s hips swayed meticulously as he made his way to the side of Yoshiki’s chair, leaning over and giving him a full kiss on the lips. Coyly he pulled back before sauntering around the table and seating himself next to Die’s vacant chair. His amused eyes shot to the empty seat, then to the manor owner, then to the obviously flustered country man. A gentle caress of his stocking encased calf confirmed his suspicions immediately. “It’s always a treat to see you Yoshiki. And Kaoru!” He gave an iniquitous smile as his meal was placed in front of him. “What a surprise. I was so horribly worried about you. I trust you’re doing better now?” Beneath the table he toed off his shoe, his delicate foot finding its way to the redhead’s outer thigh and rubbing enticingly. The redhead was both thoroughly aroused and amused; things were coming to play in a most perfect fashion. He gave a succinct tug on the heel against his hip, motioning for Toshiya to join him at his earliest convenience. He removed his lips momentarily from his cousin’s cock in favor of biting down on the luscious inner thighs, his hand stroking at a feverish pace. Simply horrified at the arrival of the new guest, at the same time grappling against the searing lances of orgasm beginning to surface, Kaoru tried his best to answer as he stared at Toshiya’s innocently colored countenance. “Yes, I…I am doing well. It is wonderful to see you again.” In order to distract himself he took a gargantuan sip of wine, some of the sanguine liquid spilling out over his jaw. Unconsciously he reached to his lap for his napkin before fingering uselessly, an embarrassed shrug as he wiped the drops with his fingertips. “Oh, did you drop your napkin?” The sexy auburn haired man smirked with mirth. “Let me get that for you.” Still a most naïve look on his face as he slid under the table quickly. His head ducked beneath the scalloped linen, playful eyes adjusting to the dim light as he watched the redhead slide a finger between the cleft of the country man’s ass, rubbing against the ring. Stealthily he stalked up to the side of his lover, his hand wrapping over Die’s and lacing their fingers together as they continued to stroke Kaoru in tandem. Toshiya’s lips met the redhead’s as he crested the slicked crown of the auburn haired man’s length, kissing him passionately, their tongues swiping against the head as they met and fought for dominance. Yoshiki kept the passive and blank look on his face, as the mere knowledge that he knew exactly what was going on still failed to dawn on Kaoru. A look of utmost uncertainty wrested control of Kaoru’s face as he stared haplessly at the manor owner. He chuckled nervously as he tried his best to finish the meal laid before him, another small morsel shoved quite crassly into his mouth as he felt twin tongues licking and sucking him, one of the two perpetrators, he couldn’t tell whom, pinched the crown of his straining member sharply delving his thumb into the slit, causing Kaoru to drop his fork again as he gasped with unbridled desire, the utensil toppling lightly onto the tablecloth. Yoshiki simply seemed pleasantly unaware of the goings on beneath the table. Steeling his face into one of sincere inquisitiveness and concern he blinked as the utensil echoed off the linen. “Are you alright?” Another out stretch of his leg and he found the younger of the two men’s abdomen. He had to concentrate with utmost care to remain straight faced when confronted by this absurd situation. The manor owner knew exactly what was happening at his feet, part of him longing for the joy of youth that he could also actively participate instead of waging the challenge. The redhead smirked as he slid the slick head of Kaoru’s erection between his thumb and forefinger yet again, gasping as Toshiya his free hand between his parted knees and began kneading him above the cumbersome fabric, his other hand still curved around the country man’s erection, stroking him from base to tip as his tongue still fought with Die’s around the breadth. Growling in frustration, Die’s free hand took hold of the younger beauty’s own, pushing it closer against his tented arousal, forcing it to conform around the cloth. Toshiya smiled coquettishly as he removed his hand, his eyes sliding daringly to the country man’s lower belly, and he motioned with a naughty wink as he moved his head closer to the exposed flesh, his fingers pulling up the waistcoat to reveal Kaoru’s navel. Die smirked in approval as he took the throbbing flesh deep into his mouth again, eyes watching as the younger man dipped his tongue into the indentation of flesh, nibbling down the soft down line that covered the quaking pelvis before nipping the outskirts of a protruding hip bone. Torn between virtue and vice, Kaoru quickly felt impropriety consuming him as lust rose to a feverish level, the sets of lips and tongues and mouths on his flesh spurring him on rapidly towards the precipice. Vaguely he heard the question the older gentleman had posed, trying his best to steady his voice to respond though it was laced with a breathy intonation. “Yes…I…am…God!” He cut off abruptly as Die pressed a finger within him, and Toshiya yanked the cloth down further, his breeches now pooled at his feet. The country man quaked as the nimble digit dancing within him quickly found his spot of pleasure and stabbed against it relentlessly. He was beside himself to do anything but angle his hips further forward in his seat, his knees parting wide as they could though constricted by his pants around his ankles. Again he found dueling tongues around his cock, legs shaking as he tried to push back onto the finger within before each mouth descended, pulling back to let the other taste as well. With a small mewl of defeat Kaoru set his utensils atop the table cloth, his palms lying flat on the smooth linen before bunching it up with arched fingers, his wine glass teetering precariously. And still Yoshiki kept up the game. “Kaoru, are you alright? Are you ill? Would you like to lay down for a bit?” “Yes…” The country man’s eyes slowly closed until he heard the query. “No…I mean no. I…I’m fine. I…” He tried to say more but his will disintegrated into a thousand shards, he’d distinguished between the mouths now, and Die’s was building up a furious rhythm over him, his finger matched the frantic pace, pressing time and time again against the secreted bundle of nerves. Toshiya’s mouth on his hips, his stomach, tongue lavishing attention succinctly on every palpable inch. Finally it became too much, with a harsh scream he delved his hands beneath the table, his chair balanced on the back two legs as he tugged the redhead’s locks, bidding him to take everything he had to offer, spilling with potent ferocity within his mouth, hips pulsing as his cock struck the back of the demure throat, coating it with wave after wave of hot seed. His mouth opened, eyes closed, face flushed in glorious aftermath as he emptied himself fully onto his cousin’s tongue. “Damn you Daisuke!” The blonde man laughed as he watched the inviolable intimacy reach its climactic end. With a small pout he raised his wine glass to the air, toasting his otherwise occupied compatriot. “It appears you’ve become simply irresistible as of late.” Licking his cousin clean, his finger slipped from the scorching constriction; he swallowed each drop greedily before both hands braced against Toshiya’s shoulders, pulling him close as he claimed his lips, the delicious taste still evident on his tongue as he shared their prize with his younger companion. Acquiescing to Die’s demanding mouth; Toshiya swiped his own against the redhead’s slowly to savor the spilt passion, mewling as the aristocrat grabbed his awakened arousal, slipping beneath the fabric of his trousers to tease him with a methodical tug. Eventually he heard Yoshiki’s commendation and smirked as he broke their kiss, tugging Kaoru’s pants up to his thighs and winking at the auburn haired beauty before crawling out from beneath the table. With a triumphant smirk on his face, the redhead produced his napkin, making a show of placing it back on his lap as he leaned back in his seat, slender fingers cupping around the stem of the wine glass and sipping demurely. A few seconds later, Toshiya followed suit, rising onto all fours before taking Die’s outstretched hand to help him from the floor. He dusted the cerulean fabric covering his knees off before settling himself and starting his meal as if nothing at all unusual or debased had just transpired. The countryman stuttered and gaped; reconstructing everything that had just happened as the quivers of orgasm subsided and he was left flushed, panting and with his pants crested over his knees. Livid with anger at himself and the other members of their table, his eyes darted to each one of the party – to the elder blonde man who’d known all along what had been happening though it just then came to light for himself; to the younger man, diligently working on his meal, pleased smirk on his lips; and finally to his cousin who’d yet to touch his own plate, rather simply sitting with a exultant look on his countenance. Fighting to maintain a calm disposition, he reached beneath the table, yanking up his breeches and lacing them swiftly before pushing his seat back. “There is a church in the nearby vicinity?” His question came out as a series of cool syllables, directed at Yoshiki though his eyes narrowed in vicious slits and never left the redhead’s. All he had wanted was an introduction to polite society, and all he’d received was debauched and lecherous treatment by these aristocrats in name, devils in action. His soul craved the sanctuary of a church, the guidance of the holy in order to turn from this path of iniquity back to his familiar and righteous piety. He cursed both his body and mind for betraying him like a corporeal Judas. Die might have coaxed them into sin, but he wouldn’t win his soul. Completely unnerved, Yoshiki answered flippantly. “Yes, it borders my estate to the south, about a 10 minute ride.” He glanced nonchalantly at Die, noting the color in his cheeks begin to rise with devious merriment though he kept it well concealed. However, darting his eyes to Kaoru confirmed that the country man also saw the secreted mirth, a scowl painted on his lips in retort. Trying to ease the tension was akin to trying to melt a steel blade by candle flame, but the manor owner tried nonetheless. “Die, you’ve not yet touched your meal.” “But I have already eaten. It was divine.” Die purred, licking his lips slowly as he dared to meet Kaoru’s chocolate eyes, seething with ire. He fixed the long locks of hair that had slipped from the tie due to the older man’s frantic tugging. Sneering Kaoru stood abruptly, shaking with marked infuriation. Straightening his waistcoat, his head whipped to the manor owner as he bridged the gap between them. “Then I will be borrowing one of your steeds.” He announced virtuously as he turned on his heels and strode with furious steps towards the dining room doors, haughty arms spread wide, and pushed them open before slamming them shut behind him as he sought out a servant to take him to the stables. The auburn haired aristocrat seated next to the redhead could no longer fight the fit of choked laughter he’d been repressing. This was really too perfect. Though Kaoru was upset now, Die had proven that the obstinate cad of a country man could be and would be broken. His icy stature was already beginning to melt due to Die’s carnal conniving and subtle sensual manipulation. It wouldn’t be much longer before his lover took Kaoru to his bed, whereupon he would have a crisis of conscience, divulging to the country man the sinister bet; that he’d been a mere pawn in the game between Die and Kyo. A few words of anger, perhaps a slap or two and Kaoru would retreat back to the sanctity of his country abode for good, leaving Die and Kyo to lavish their complete attention on himself. “I suppose you should go after him.” He remarked as the echo of the doors shook the chandelier with their force. “He is a fetching conquest.” The blonde murmured as Die took another long sip of wine before beckoning the servant girl to refill his glass. “You’re not going after him?” He mused knowingly as his own glass was similarly refreshed. “He is…isn’t he?” The redhead made no movement to stand and follow his livid cousin, his hand resting on Toshiya’s upper thigh and squeezing. “Tell me dear friend, did you say the priest was going into the city for the day?” Yoshiki nodded, sculpted brow rising in curiosity. “Then I see no reason why he should not visit the church. I myself am even am inclined to take in a bit of…worship this afternoon.” A smile so sinister graced his lips as he hailed the servant girl, whispering in her ear that after Kaoru has left, to have a horse brought ‘round for himself as well. TBC… A/N: And yes altar love is next, but to avoid the delay of this fic any longer I decided to publish this part first. Thank you for understanding.
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