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[Ore Ni] Shiver in the Sun 19

The time between Ryouji leaving him to fetch a doctor and someone arriving seemed very long, when there was a knock at the door and it opened, there was a lady in a white coat with a clipboard, followed by a younger woman in a nurse uniform.

"Hello my name is Doctor Miyamoto," she said with a smile, "I"m glad to see that you're awake."

Tora gave a slight nod and a response, but his eyes were glancing past the two women.

"Ryou - my uncle?"

"Detective Kase? I think his colleague is having a word with him. I know you have just woken up - nurse please bring pour him a glass of water - but we need to perform a few tests if you don't mind."

"Okay," Tora said, obediently, eyes still darting to the door. The nurse held up the glass for him to drink from in his sitting position, while the doctor pulled a chair close to him.

There were a lot of basic questions asked at first, like his name and his age, when the doctor asked him what the date was, he was seized with a sudden terrifying though that it may have been months or years, he kept glancing down at his hands to discern if there were any changes, and wish there was a mirror somewhere. He gave the date, but the doctor did not give any sign of whether this was right or wrong, and merely moved on to the next question.

Later on he was told that he'd only been unconscious for one night, but he'd been disconcerted enough that it took seeing the date displayed in two other places for him to be reassured.

After the questions came a lot of prodding and poking that Tora was still at an age to feel awkward about, all during this his eyes kept glancing at the door, but Ryouji did not return. Without Ryouji in the room, the whole experience felt really alienating, and if he was not so exhausted, he might have cried, instead when the doctor and nurse left, after passing him some pills to swallow, the names of which he didn't understand, he fell back asleep.

He was woken the next morning by a nurse, who came to change the bedding and pass him new pills, and take his temperature and check write notes on his wounds. He was beginning to wonder if he had not imagined the encounter with Ryouji yesterday, when he finally turned up, with a fruit basket.


"Well I don't know what you like."

"But, it's going to be difficult to pe..oh nevermind." Tora, after the initial wave of relief in seeing Ryouji, was feeling a welling up of annoyance at being abandoned for the night, he tried to suppress it. "Where were you?" he wanted to ask, but didn't because he knew he'd sound like a nagging woman.

Ryouji pulled the chair close to the bed and sat down, his eyes were still looking bloodshot, but he was cleanshaven once more. Tora instinctively reached out to touch his face, faltered and ended up pinching the material of Ryouji's shirtsleeve near the elbow.

"You in pain?" Ryouji asked.

"Not so bad," Tora lied.

Ryouji poked his cheek lightly  and Tora yelped.

"Liar. I read the report, How you came out with no broken bones is still a mystery."

"I'm not as fragile as I look," Tora said defiantly.

Ryouji acted like he was going to poke Tora's cheek again, but just as Tora began to flinch in anticipation, he leant over and kissed it instead.

Tora cupped his cheek and looked at his uncle in shock.

"What?" Now it was Ryouji's turn to look defiant.

There was another knock on the door, and this time around it was a man and women in a suit, Tora immediately knew they were the police.

"Teshima Toranosuke? I am Detective Hiyashi, and this is my partner Detective Sato. We'd like to have a few words with you about the incident three days ago. The doctor told us that your condition is stable enough for it."

Tora looked over at Ryouji, who were looking at the detectives, they gave nods of acknowledgement to each other, so it seemed like his uncle knew them in some capacity. It didn't matter if you were innocent or guilty, just in the presence of police was enough to cause anxiety. Ryouji just gave a single pat on his arm.

"This is standard procedure, just tell them everything you know. I'll need to leave the room."

Tora didn't want him to leave, but there was no helping it.


Author's note: apologies for the long wait since the last update! The story is essentially over, there's just going to be a bit of wrapping up to do, just so there is a bit more closure, I promise to end it with a nice bit of Ryouji x Tora, though it might take a few more short updates to get there!

[Ore Ni] Shiver in the Sun 18

The burly man and Tora wrestled in the awkward space of the landing between flights of stairs.

"Let go of me you piece of shit," the man shouted, as he punched down on Tora, the blows landing on his head and his back.

Tora's vision was getting blurry, but he tightened his hold, he tried to use his weight to pull the man down but he was too weak, but if he could just delay the guy for even a few more seconds, that would be good enough.

"Don't fuck with me!"

The man grabbed his neck from the back, and Tora began to feel the fingers digging into his throat, and he started choking. Was he really going to die here? Tora let go of the man's legs and tried to pry away those fingers, and as so as he did, the man kicked him viciously in the chest, send a jolt through his body,  gasping and coughing as he tried to get air back into his lungs, he caught sight of the man's face contorted with rage.

Then a loud bang! sounded out in the stairwelll, echoing around the space.

"Get the fuck away from him, or I'll blow your fucking head off!"

It was Ryouji's voice, unmistakably so, was he dreaming? He tried to see but his vision was turning black, and only vague outlined shadows of images were left.

"Ryouji?" he croaked out, feeling frightened and light-headed and moments later he completely black out.

When Tora woke up  feeling unsure if he was alive or not, but then the pain of everything aching hit him, and he realised he must still be alive. He was in bed and hooked up to an IV drip and someone was gripping his hand tightly, when he looked down he saw the sleeping figure of Ryouji. The tips of his ears were red, for some reason he thought that was really cute, he tried reaching out with his other and to touch Ryouji, but the movement was painful enough that it made him cry out. Ryouji immediately bolted up. His face was an unshaven mess, and there were dark circles under his eyes. A lot of emotions crossed his face, his mouth opened and closed without sound forming, and Tora felt sorrier than he'd ever been about what he'd put Ryouji through, Tora tried to speak, but found that his throat was too dry and parched for any sound to be made, Ryouji immediately went to fetch him water, then helped him to sit up and drink it, and then afterwards took Tora's hand into his own again, gripping it as if to reassure himself that Tora wasn't going away.

"Is Hiroya okay?" Tora asked.

"Yeah," Ryouji said, and then looked away, "he's been taken into protective custody, but there's a distant relative that wants to take him in, it's  being sorted out."

He stopped talking, and the silence grew awkward, with Ryouji's face turned away from him.

"Ryouji?" Tora called out tentatively.

No response.

"I'm sorry..."

"You should be," Ryouji said, finally turning to look at him. "I told myself I'd never cry over anyone again, you punk, you made me break that rule. You're going to be so sorry once you get out of here."

Tora couldn't help but smile at that, "okay,' he said, and Ryouji went to get the doctor.

[ore ni] Shiver in the sun 17

Ryouji was driving very very fast, he'd entered into a state of hyper-awareness about his surroundings that made his driving almost automatic he swerved in and out of the two lanes, zoning out all sounds even the blaring sirens he'd placed on top of his car.

Ryouji was royally pissed off, more pissed than he'd ever felt. In his mind he was rehearsing all the things he would shout at the idiot Tora. 'Be back soon' was the note he'd left, no fucking indication of where he was going, no text message on his phone, no answering of his calls. The boy was really going to be in for it, once Ryouji got his hands on him. But he had to get to him first.  It hadn't taken him long to figure out where the boys would have gone, and he was so mad, but not as mad as he was at himself. He should not have left them alone, he should have noticed how badly Hiroya had been affected. Why he would want to go back to the house, he couldn't really guess at, but it must be something important. Ryouji recalled what Hazumi had said about the key, it might not have been this, but he filed the idea away, to be picked up again.

Two blocks away he slowed down, and switched the sirens off, he needed to scope out the situation first. He parked half a block away around the side street, making sure to double check the guns in his holster. His phone had not rung the entire time. He gave another call to Tora, and got cut off, he swore again. He quickly checked up on Mimi, who said he and two other squad cars were about fifteen minutes away.

"Chief says you should wait for us to arrive."

"Right," Ryouji said, having no intentions to wait.

"I mean it Ryouji, this could be dangerous."

"And Tora is probably mixed up in this," Ryouji said pointedly and filmly pressed the red 'end call' key.

He hurried up the road, trying not to break into a run. As he neared Hiroya's building, a figure dressed in a familiar blue uniform was coming out of the building, following closely behind him was a man with a black suit, with the light fading, Ryouji couldn't see them clearly. All of a sudden there was a loud commotion, the male in blue had swung the plastic bag in his hand right into the face of the suited man, he let out an indignant cry, and then he was running at breakneck speed down the road, towards Ryouji. Ryouji immediately put his hand to his gun, his body tensing even further, they were only a few yards in front of him, at that moment his eyes met that of the running man, and there was a spark of recognition. In that moment as the two guys rushed passed him, Ryouji reached out and grabbed the man in black with one hand, dragging him back, and with the other, he cracked the butt of his gun against the back of the man's head, sending him crumpling to the ground. The guy in blue had stopped running, he was leaning forward, hands on his thighs and breathing hard, Ryouji recognised him as Tora's friend Shibuya.  Ryouji looked back down the road towards the building, he saw two figures, staring in his direction and then sprinting forward, but just as suddenly they stopped, both putting a hand to their left ear, a clear sign they were receiving a radio call. Shibuya grabbed his arm so suddenly Ryouji almost jumped.

Shibuya was breathing so hard he was finding it hard to speak. "To- tora, ha, Hiroya.. stair,  back stair well.. hu-hurry!"

That was all the information that Ryouji needed to set him off.

[Ore Ni] Shiver in the Sun 16

So this was the plan that Shibuya and Hiroya came up with.  They would go buy some food from Family Mart and Shibuya would pretend to be delivering it to someone n the apartment block [Suzuki-San in Flat F on the 18th Floor] to get past the black suits at the front of the building, Hiroya had given him the entry code so that made it easier. Meanwhile Tora and Hiroya would go up through the car park entrance and up to the 7th floor via the maintenance lift, and then take the stairs for the last floor. They would text Shibuya and wait by the stairwell which was to the farside of Hiroya's apartment, but close to the maid's place, who live in a smaller flat on the same level, where (they presumed) Alex would be tied up by the front gate.  Then they would wait for the text Shibuya would send once he'd arrived at the floor, and as soon as they received this, Hiroya would go get the dog, and they would dash back to the 7th floor to get the lift.

"Brilliant," Shibuya said, rather pleased with the plan, "We've got it covered."

Tora had in his minds a million things about the plan that could go wrong, he did raise the idea of letting Ryouji know, but he was outnumbered by the other two, who wanted to act now. Tora wondered if he should start writing his last will. This was the stupidest thing he will ever have done, and he knew it, and yet he was going along with it anyway, and it was too late now, he thought, his eyes awkwardly meeting Hiroya's for a brief moment, he gave an awful grimace of a grin before moving towards the lift panel, numbers ligthing up in successation as the lift whirred and juddered up towards the 7th floor.

The heavy steel doors opened up onto the concrete grey stairwell. Double doors separated them from the corridor. Hiroya took him out onto the 7th floor so that he could quickly familiarise himself with they layout.

"My dog will be down this end" Hiroya said in low voice, pointing down the hallway to the right of the double doors. "up and to the left, is where the main lift is" they both walked cautiously down it, hoping no one would come out of their flats and wonder what was going on, it was only a few steps, but it seems so far to cover.  "My flat will be in the same space as that one," Hiroya pointed to the door that was on the far right. "It's actually three flats knocked through into one, but that's the entrance we use."  

Tora wondered how many rooms Hiroya's place must have, but the mind boggled.

"We better move to the eighth floor," Hiroya said. For someone who looked so weak at first glance, he sure was determined.

Tora gulped, his hands were cold and clammy, and his fingers fumbled over the keypad as he tapped out the text to Shibuya, he felt a chill across his neck, like a icy cold finger being dragged across his it. This was a major sign of foreboding.

They made it up the twenty steps to the 8th floor, Tora carefully pushed open the swinging double doors, crouching low as he did so. Hiroya huddled close behind him. They couldn't see much, but the tried listening out for voices to see if there was anyone out there, and indeed, very faintly the could here the murmur of voices chatting, there was at least two of them. Tora slowly eased the doors back to a closed position, before letting himself breathe again, his hand gripped his mobile phone hard enough that it was likely to leave angry red marks on his palm, he'd turn the ringer to silent, and the vibration off, he didn't want it to make any noise, so the only way to know if they had received a text was to pay attention to the screen.

It seemed like they were waiting forever, but then finally there was a flash of activity on his screen.

"at 8" it said, and that was the sign. They pushed open the door, and sure enough they could hear Shibuya's voice loud  and clear

"Excuse me, sir I have a delivery for Suzuki San in flat F, this is from Family Mart"

That was it, Hiroya slipped out through the door  and dashed down the right hallway, whilst Tora kept a look out, Tora's heart was thumping so loud in his chest and in his ears that he couldn't concentrate on what was being said.

"But it was definitely Flat F, it says so, there is no Suzuki San, I'm sorry , did I make a mistake, please let me check the delivery details."

He thought he could here the yelp of a dog, and rattling noise, his heart skipped a beat and he prayed to all the gods that he knew that the bad guys would not here. "Buddha, Shiva, Jesus, please please please.." he muttered like an incantation, and Hiroya reappeared looking flushed with a small chocolate miniature poodle in his arms.

Tora had to bite back the "hurry!" that he wanted to shout out as Tora dashed forward, he held the door open wide. Hiroya slipped through, they had made it.


He turned his head and saw a bald headed man with a wall like chest shouting at him from the far end.

"Shit!" he said and almost stumbled backwards as the man started moving towards them. "We gotta get out of here,"

Hiroya was already hurtling down the stairs, the dogs bark echoing throughout the stairwell. Tora caught sight of the garbage can and quickly dragged it in front of the doors, before turning to run down the stairs himself, he was only halfway down one flight and turning the corner, before he heard the double doors slamming hard into the cans and sending it flying.

"Come back here you little shits!" was the holler that deafened.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Tora cried out loud between gasps, as his feet moved so quickly he almost tripped himself up and he had to grab the bannister to steady himself, he was catching up to Hiroya who could not move as fast whilst carrying his dog.

"Faster," Tora urged.

The went down past fifth floor, the fourth, the third,  and it felt like the thundering steps behind were gaining on the all the time.

He prayed they would make it, they rounded past the second floor, but a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him backwards causing him too fall hard against the stairs, the pain sharp where his body struck against the concrete edges. Everything seemed to happen so quickly, but also with so much clarity, he caught Hiroya look backwards at him, aghast. The man, breathing heavily, hesitated between Tora and Hiroya, and in that moment Tora made a snap decision. He grabbed the man tightly around his legs and yelled out to Hiroya with all the breath he could muster "Ruuuuuun!"

[ore ni] Shiver in the sun 15

They chained their bikes up on against some railings two block away from the luxury apartments Hiroya lived in, All the way on the journey Tora had been filled with trepidation, he had a really bad feeling about all of it, and muttered so to himself. Shibuya on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself, treating it like a leisurely trip, despite having to ride with Hiroya clinging to him.  Tora's phone vibrated in his jean pocket one point, but he'd not been able to pick it up, and currently, he really didn't want to, knowing the language Ryouji was capable of. He pulled it out quickly, and yup, it was Ryouji. Tora quickly turned it off. He can explain it all later, once the mission was complete.

They followed Hiroya's lead up the road, at first his pace was brisk, but as they neared, he gradually slowed down. Without warning, Hiroya suddenly ducked into a covered doorway. Tora yelped when Shibuya yanked his elbow into the shielded space.

"Suspicious looking guys at the entrance," he said, before Tora could protest.

They all huddled up.

"Hiroya, do you recognise any of them?"

Hiroya took a quick peek before ducking back again. He nodded, his face seemed paler than before.

"They work for her," he said in a low voice.

Her? Tora thought, a quizzical look on his face.

"My father's mistress," Hiroya explained reluctantly.

"I take it she's not a good guy," Shibuya said.

"No." Hiroya looked grim.

"Well I guess there's nothing we can do about that," Tora said, trying not to look too relieved.

Hiroya was crestfallen for a moment, but then his eyes lit up when he remembered something
"There's a service entrance from the underground carpark," Hiroya said, "we can ride down there from the far side if we go around the block. I also know how to access the maintenance lift, we can get up that way."

Shibuya smiled, "brilliant!"

"I don't want to put a dampener on things, but.. even if we get up there.. there are likely to be more people guarding your flat, how are you going to get your dog out without them noticing?"

Hiroya was not fazed by this.

"She doesn't like dogs, whenever I'm not around she always ties him up near the maid quarters, we can access that easily via the maintenance lifts without passing my door."

"That doesn't mean they are not going to be keeping an eye out on the whole floor though."

"Relax Tora!" Shibuya said with a wide grin, "this is where deliver guy comes to the rescue."  He unzipped his black jacket to reveal his Family Mart uniform.

[Saezuru] Nowhere: Doumeki x Yashiro

Companion piece to Space, from Doumeki's point of view

I thought it was a dream, and maybe it was my heart that stopped a bit when it wasn’t. I don’t know if  you really want me to touch you, or if it’s a trick , but your legs are more beautiful to my touch than in my fantasies, could I really explore every inch the way I want? Are you asking me to kiss you? I’m not thinking really, your stomach is soft, inches above is your bandaged scar, I want to know your wounds. Your body moves with your breath, I can feel your fingers through the fabric of my shirt, I can’t concentrate with the sighs of your breath above, and your cock erect below me. You are soft and hard and warm and wet, and I can taste you on my tongue, I am filled with the scent of you,  I want to know what you need, your hips rock, and your cock slides deeper inside my mouth, and I don’t need to breathe, my heart thudding so loudly it must be audible to you, my hands on the insides of your thighs so warm and smooth, I am thinking of the hidden part of you, and my pants feel tight, please don’t notice, I’m begging please don’t notice, that part of you, I want to be inside, I am imagining these fingers of mine to be as how I would penetrate you, if you would squeeze around my cock like the way you’re squeezing on my fingers now, melting and hot inside, the way you move, as if you want to take me deeper inside, urging me to touch your very core. The sound of your cries are familiar to me already, but now I’m the one connecting with you and the heat and feel of your writhing body, I am desperate to make you cum, grip me tighter, my shoulders and my fingers as I thrust into you, if you’d call my name I’d die happy boss, and the shudder as your hot thick semen fill my mouth, and I’m shivering as your run your fingers into my hair. Was it good enough? I thought you were going to call my name, but it’s ‘don’t..’ that you say, are you still not satisfied? You’re slippery inside, and if I could I want to be here holding you, kissing you all over, forever, going nowhere with you.

[Saezuru] Space: Doumeki x Yashiro

Space  [x-rated]

4 am is filled with the unnerving quiet of a world that shouldn’t be awake, I am an intruder in this nocturnal space. There’s a vague light from the window, but mostly the glow of the lamp that had been kept on. I don’t know why I am awake, until the pain grips me again, a reminder that the drugs have worn off. There’s a glass tumbler of water and two pills in a packet waiting for me, I take them with the water and realise how thirsty I’d been.

He is sitting on the grey sofa by the exit, head lolled slightly to his right side, eyes shut. I slip off the bed and walk over to him, silent on bare feet. He doesn’t wake, even when I’m right up close to him. The last time must have been in my apartment, again, I can’t resist reaching out to touch him, a slight scrape of stubble on his cheeks.

My mind wanders, of course, to that time he’d so audaciously set about pleasuring me with his mouth, his tongue. My fingers are on his lips, dry but soft, I am tempted to push my fingers inside, let him slick me wet. Just the thought is causing my cock to react. What would he do? I wondered.  I slip off the hospital pants underneath my robes - cool air prickling the hairs of my legs - and I straddle his lap.

He finally begins to stir, rubbing his eyes with his bandaged hand.

"Boss?" he says, sounding sleepy and confused.

I take his hand and put it on my thigh.

For a brief moment he strokes me without thinking, and then he freezes, his eyes looking up at me in alarm.

"Have you learned anything since last time?"

A red blush creeps up his face, it’s fucking adorable.

I grip his shoulder and push myself to a kneeling position, robe undone so he can see all of me.

"How do you want to touch me?" I ask.

"Boss I…" he swallows and lowers his gaze, from my position I can see the crease of his brows and his lashes

I pull him to me, his face against my stomach, an obvious invitation.  He starts kissing me, tentatively at first, even his hand on the back of my thigh is light, as if I am too fragile to the touch, but slowly he warms up, his kisses travels across my stomach and his hand brushes the full length of my thigh, down to the crook behind my knee, and then up to cup my buttock, and then both hands, rough and large, are groping me. The first flick of his tongue elicits a groan, I want more and he gives it, his tongue drawing patterns on my skin. He hasn’t even touch me there yet, and I can already feel it getting hard and wet, my hips rock in anticipation, pushed towards him, brush up against his shirt.

He pauses to look up at me, a question mark, a request for permission. I cover his eyes with my hand, and press against him further, and he understands. I stretch and he dips, and his mouth is wrapped all around my cock.

He’s clumsy and sloppy, not much better than last time, but the warm wet feel of his mouth working me, gets my heart beating faster. My hands grips his broad shoulders as I thrust into him, controlling my tempo as my body becomes more sensitised, his back looks so broad from this angle, I watch the  movements of his shoulder blades. I thought I’d be satisfied with being sucked off, but then I feel him spreading my buttocks apart, and as I catch my breath he slips a finger inside.


I jolt and his teeth scrapes against my erection - it’s pleasure and agony, I desperate hunger gnawing inside..

"Deeper," I gasp, and he obliges, taking in more of my length with his mouth as he plunges his finger deeper inside my twitching hole, a few more quick rough thrusts and I was done, spurting hot and fast inside his mouth, my whole body uncontrollable in it’s orgasmic spasms, my cock slips out as he swallows my cum and gasps. Sweat drops on his forehead.

He begins to pull his fingers out, I clench around him.

"Don’t," I say before I meant to.

He looks at me confused.

"It’s been so long, I’m still…"

Still? I’m not sure what I want to say so I stop.

I run my hands over his damp hair, he kisses my stomach again, all light and feathery, and he adds another finger inside, moving languidly, stretching me and filling me until I come a second time and collapse, no strength left in my legs

He carries me back to the bed, and  wipes my dick clean with a tissue, he even tries to put my pants back on, until I tell him not to bother.

He disappears for a while, presumably to the bathroom. When he comes back, he hovers over me. For a split second, I thought he would ask to climb into bed with me, but instead he moves back to the sofa seat. For a split second I think wished he had.

I guess I’m not too old to be foolish. I pull the cover up, the ache dulled with tiredness, and the drugs pulling me back into an empty sleep.

[saezuru] Whisky: Misumi x Yashiro x-rated

"You again"

Voice is chain-smoker gruff, glint of gold around the neck, silver in his hair. This sharp-suited old man, ruler of those who cower in his wake. Yashiro fantasised about briefly about the hard and toned torso was beneath the expensive Italian fabric.

"You ordered me," he said, maintain his nonchalant pose on the couch, no bowing or scraping.

The man moved out of his line of sight,  there was a rustle and the clinking of something heavy against glass, and Yashiro guessed correctly that it was whisky being poured into a tumbler.  When Misumi appeared again, the tumbler was already near empty, but the dark bottle of Scotch was in the other hand, and golden liquid flowed again.

"Who did you fuck this time?" Misumi asked, eyeing the bruise on Yashiro’s left cheek.

"Who remembers?" Yashiro said, half truthfully, the faces had merged after a while under the have of the whatever drugs they’d given him, he’d hardly even felt it until afterwards, along with  the usual wash of aches and pains. The only memory in sharp focus was Hinata’s angry eyes before he’d thrown that hard punch down onto his face.

 ”You’re like fucking catnip to the men,” Misumi said, shaking his head as if not understanding, slipping his jacket off and loosening his tie.

"Thank you," Yashiro said with a smile.

"It wasn’t a compliment."

The whisky bottle was thunked down onto the coffee table, and Misumi’s hand was on his face before Yashiro could even react. Misumi pulled him up off the couch. It hurt where the finger dug into the bruise; Yashiro shivered in delight.

"Just what’s so good about you?" Misumi said, eyes and voice equally cold. Yashiro could almost taste the alcohol from his breath.

"It could be my pretty face, or how tight my asshole is, or how wet I get every time it hurts." Yashiro listed off on his fingers.

Misumi shoved him back onto the couch, whisky sloshed out of the tumbler onto Yashiro’s jeans, a dark stain slowly blooming on high on his thigh.

"What a waste," Yashiro  said, pressing two fingers against the stain and then licking the taste off the tips of his slender fingers.

MIsumi caught the hand by the wrist. Yashiro looked up and their eyes locked for a moment that halted and stretched. Misumi’s pupil’s narrowed before dilating full like a cat’s. Yashiro recognised it immediately and felt his own flesh heating up, tingling in anticipation -  Misumi was down, pressing his mouth against the stain on the denim, sucking the liquid, every exhaled breath leaving Yashiro’s thigh feeling  wet and warm, the tumbler abandoned to the thick shag pile on the floor.

This was the first time Misumi had reacted, was it the alcohol? the bruise? Not that Yashiro cared, he’d been dreaming of the loveless eyes and how hard Misumi would fuck him. He reached down to unbutton his fly, his cock  already straining for release, he could feel the tip getting wet when Misumi bit down and elicited a moan from him.  His laid out on his back and the jeans and boxers were pulled off in quick successive jerks - Misumi’s large hands were rough on the underside of his thighs, stroking upwards towards the crook of his knees and then spreading him open wide, and wider. Yashiro was fully erect.  Misumi growled, a look of disdain on his face as he eyed the undeniable fact of Yashiro’s sexual arousal.  Yashiro’s hand reached down to stroke himself, he was half lost already and arching his back. Misumi grabbed his hand again, this time by the fingers and  crushing them together, he pushed that hand back over Yashiro’s  head, his body now full weight pinning Yashiro down, a knee pressed up hard against the base of his cock and grinding against it viciously.

"You think you can get off that easily?"

Yashiro struggled to answer, all his attention drawn by the pooling sensation at his groin.

"I’m , hah, about to -"

The slap across his face jarred his words, almost causing him to bite his own tongue.

"No you don’t," Misumi commanded. He reached for the bottle on the coffee table and gulped it straight down,  then he leaned forward again, his mouth against Yashiro’s mouth, and the boy almost choked on the liquid, the taste burning his tongue and the back of his throat, he coughed and spluttered, the drink dribbling down his face and neck, soaking into the back of his t-shirt that Misumi was soon pulling up over his head, ruffling his hair. Now he was naked, his body so pale every bruise and red mark stood out ferociously, Misumi gripped his bony hips tight and Yashiro cried out when Misumi’s cock pressed up against his ass, that hot hard wet thing probing its way until it found the hole and relentlessly pushed its way inside, deeper and harder until there was no more breath left to hold and Yashiro could only gasp and writhe and cry at the exquisite pain, and  he started rocking his hips, fingers digging into Misumi”s shoulder and back as he got fucked senseless, he spurted almost without even realising until it splattered against his own chest,  only pulled back to consciousness by the roar of a cry that Misumi gave when he came deep inside Yashiro, filling him up with cum, and the waves of pleasures jolted his body, slow to subside.

He felt scraped and raw, his throat, his everything, breathing erratic,  and strangely his sensations strayed to the buttons of  Misumi’s rumpled shirt pressing into his naked chest, one brushing against his nipple. He hooked a finger on the knot of the silk tie, fleetingly thinking of how it was a shame it had not been used.

Misumi’s face was flushed, he tried not to look at it. Misumi’s cock was slowly pulling out of him, not as hard now, yet still riling up every nerve as it moved.

All he could hear was the sound of their breathing and the creak of the leather sofa underneath, Yashiro hated these awkward, almost  intimate moments.

"What’s your answer, is it my pretty face?"  Yashiro asked as Misumi stared at him, he even batted his eyelashes.

"You fucking punk brat," Misumi said, pushing himself off the boy. 

Yashiro noticed that Misumi’s hair down there, was also shot through with silver, glistening and matted down with sweat and semen, and mused again about how different the shape and size of cocks could be.  Misumi was pretty high grade meat, if he was asked to make a comparison.

Looking down on himself, he noticed the circular bite mark on his thigh, and felt oddly pleased by it.

Misumi noticed too, and reached out brushing his fingers against it, almost unthinkingly, his eyebrows wrinkling up, his expression dark. Then he abruptly pulled away.

"I’m taking a shower," he announced. He pulled his trousers back up, and left without saying more.

Yashiro flopped back onto the couch. As he turned his eyes fell on the bottle of whisky still standing on the coffee table.

"Huh," he said, and swiped at it impulsively.

The bottle was knocked to one side, and the remnants of the whisky drained off the edge of the coffee table onto the floor.

"All empty…"

[saezuru] Daylight: 11

A/N: more x-rated stuff

"You've been holding back on me," Yashiro said, brushing strands of hair out of his eyes, the initial shock had faded and he'd regained his composure. He leaned forward and lifted up the shirt. "My my, that's a very big secret to be keeping all to yourself," he commented.

Doumeki remained silent, the rise and fall of his chest was visible.

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[Saezuru] Daylight: 10

Author's note: it's been a over a year since I last updated this. It has been difficult after reading how sensei had written it. I'm not sure I will be able to wrap it up properly. In the mean time, at least I give you an x-rated chapter 10.

Previously in Daylight: 09

He gave Doumeki's tie a sharp tug, causing the man to jerk his head up to face Yashiro's glittering eyes. "If only you could fuck me, and I could just get it over with."

"You said you never sleep with a subordinate."

"So I did," Yashiro said, hooking his finger in the loop, and pulling the tie loose. "But I'm so fucking pent up right now. Who's fault is that? Well maybe Misumi's he's warned everyone off. Did he warn you off too?"

He took Doumeki's right hand and started licking his fingers, putting them in his mouth and sucking them. He pulled them out again and they glistened with saliva.

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