Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Monogatari (Cherry Blossom Tale) ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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It had been almost three weeks since Dee had walked away from Ryo that night and he was beginning to question his sanity. Why on earth had he left so quickly? He'd had the entire night ahead of him, maybe he would've been able to seduce the blond man after all. Now he'd never know! It wasn't as if he could just reschedule another evening with the man. The one night alone had cost him nearly a month's wages.

Cursing under his breath, he pondered over the last few weeks. When he had returned so early that evening and in such a foul mood, Rose and the others had stared at him in wonder and teased him endlessly. Dee hadn't said a word and did his best to ignore their ribbing. It didn't help matters that Rose insisted on having them visit the Inn to have Ryo serve them tea several times since then.

And every visit was the same. While Rose sat in smug satisfaction, a knowing grin plastered on his face, Dee had to endure Ryo's closeness without ever actually being able to touch him. If only he could get just one more night with him, then he'd truly take advantage of the opportunity and show Ryo what real pleasure was like. However, another part of his brain knew that, even given another appointment with the blond, he might not be able to go through with it.

After seeing that look of hopeless submission and duty on Ryo's face after he'd kissed him, Dee had wondered if the man would ever be capable of seeing him as anything other than a customer if he paid for access to his charms. But without this arrangement, there was almost no chance of him ever getting the reserved man alone. The irony of the situation did not escape the dark haired man and each time he saw the beautiful danshou he wanted to grind his teeth in frustration.

Despite his impatience, the days wore on and Dee could do nothing.

"Still sulking?" a silky voice suddenly chimed against Dee's ear.

"I'm NOT sulking!" he replied defiantly, contradicting himself by crossing his arms in front of him with a 'hmph'.

Rose turned to the others as they sat around the outside of the dojo and said, "Why don't we go out tonight? It's the first night of the Sakura Festival and I believe there is a special performance at the kabuki theater, am I right, Drake?

The other samurai beamed, "Yes, there is!" He jumped up and pulled on Ted's arm. "Come on! If we leave now we might still have time to request a private audience!" However, Ted and Dee did not look as thrilled.

"You heard him!" Rose said in a teasing tone. "Iko!"

So the small group made their way toward the festivities, the blooming sakura fluttering down about them along the way. For a brief moment, Dee felt a quiet peace pervade through him as they walked in the soft glow of the lanterns and pink petals. But the sentiment did not last long.

"DEEEeeeee!" screeched a high-pitched voice, shattering the tranquil mood.

Too late, Dee thought as he felt a familiar body careen into him, tackling him like an oversized house cat.

"Konbanwa, JJ," Dee said in a deadpan voice, trying to stand up while the man remained clinging to his waist.

"JJ!" cried Drake with a tearful look in his eye.

The excitable onnagata released Dee and skipped over to his admirer as he straightened his favorite silver wig on the top of his head.

"You know I only do it to make you jealous love!" he said with a a flirtatious wink, slipping his arm around Drake's. And just like that all was forgiven.

Dee shook his head. Those two were hopeless.

Seeing that JJ had, as always, taken the center of attention, Dee used the opportunity to silently slip away from the theater venue. Outside the air was fused with the energy and joy that always seemed to drift through the air along with the new sakura blossoms. But Dee was not in the mood for it.

Turning away from the main road, he started down the small, worn path back to the dojo. Then his feet faltered, his breath catching in his throat. There, ahead of him stood the vision of a slender blond man, staring up at the gently falling petals. Dee watched him, as entranced by the man's loveliness as Ryo was with the sakura that cascaded about him.

Why did Dee find himself so infatuated?

Perhaps... perhaps it was that, despite everything this man must have been through, he seemed oddly untouched by it. Just like the sakura that endures the bitter snows of winter only to bloom again each year as if it was it's first spring.

But Ryo also captured the graceful melancholy of the cherry blossoms. Both seemed to be a thing of beauty too precious to last very long in this harsh world.

Dee gazed at him, enchanted and unable to move lest the spell be broken.

However, like all things, the pretty image was soon marred by the indiscretions of a group of rather inebriated samurai. One of them stumbled right into the blond man, knocking him into a nearby pool of muddied water.

Glancing back, the swordsman saw the attractiveness of the man he'd bumped into and quickly turned on his heel. "Gomen ne," he slurred, catching Ryo by the waist and pulling him back out of the water. In the process his hand "accidentally" slipped along Ryo's groin. Dee watched the blond's brow furrow in humiliation, then his body went limp in acceptance. Nothing boiled Dee's blood like the privileged taking advantage of their rank.

Pulling himself up to his full height, Dee stepped toward the drunken samurai, a look of warning in his eye as his hand went to the hilt of his katana. When the man finally noticed Dee, his eyes went wide in alarm; he knew he was in no condition for a fight. So, letting go of Ryo, he gave the dark haired man a surly grin and moved on.

Ryo looked up to see what had happened and saw Dee standing there before him. He was quite a sight under the light of the lanterns, his erect stature accentuating the wide breath of his shoulders and the well-muscled frame. It caught the blond man quite by surprise.

Then Dee suddenly turned and left him there.

"Matte, kudasai!" Dee heard a voice call behind him. He didn't want to turn around. He was angry at himself for having such a sudden, violent reaction to seeing this man's in someone else's arms. It wasn't as if this was new territory for him. He'd been familiar with the pleasure quarters most of his life and had several favorites among those offering their bodies for services. But there was something that struck him about this man. He couldn't get him out of his mind. If he could just step away now, maybe he'd have the will to forget him.

But it was no use, the plaintive tone in Ryo's voice rang in his mind and he found himself facing the man once again.

"Arigatoo," Ryo said with a low bow.

Dee shrugged, unsure of what to say.

"And thank you for the other night as well," he added.

This Dee had not expected.

Looking up at the dark haired man's confused expression, Ryo explained, "You told the owner of the Inn that I satisfied you... even though we didn't..." his voice trailed and his eyes dropped. "Arigatoo gozaimasu," he repeated in a softer voice.

Suddenly, Ryo found himself being dragged out under the shadow of the sakura trees further from the road. "Nani-?" he cried as Dee pushed him up against a tree trunk and yanked open his yukata. "Dee-san, matte!" he pleaded. But Dee's hands were already slipping down his arms, over his back...

Then, just as suddenly, they stopped. Dee's fingertips paused over one deeply bruised shoulder blade.

"I knew it" Dee whispered to himself. "Is this what your employer does if you fail to satisfy a customer?" he asked with an angry edge to his voice.

Puzzled, Ryo replied, "I-ie, chigaimasu." His eyes met Dee's, the emerald depths narrowing dangerously. "It was a client," Ryo admitted reluctantly, pulling his clothing back up over his shoulders.

Unable to help himself, Dee's arms came up to engulf the blond man and stay his movements.

"Dee-san?" Ryo said questioningly. The man's embrace was unexpectedly tender and Ryo unconsciously relaxed deeper into Dee's arms. The dark haired man couldn't say why he felt so protective over this man. It just seemed so natural.

Slowly, Dee's hands came up to gently hold Ryo's pale face.

"You shouldn't have to endure such things," he said.

"Dee... san," was all Ryo could manage to mutter in reply before his mouth was covered with a pair of rough, warm lips. The memory of Dee's kiss so many weeks before flooded Ryo's memory. He'd never really been able to forget it and yet this kiss seemed even more heady and potent than the last. And this time, Dee did not stop.

Shifting one hand to cradle Ryo's head at the base of his neck, Dee pressed his mouth more forcefully upon Ryo's, persuading his reluctant lips to part with an expert glide of his tongue. And as the blond man lost himself to the kiss, Dee took advantage of the distraction to slip an arm about his waist and push him back.

Ryo was now caught like a butterfly pinned between the coarse tree trunk and Dee's firm, demanding body. His mind spun as the samurai pressed his hips against his own in a slow, seductive rhythm. One roving hand glided along Ryo's side, making him squirm and move into the touch.

What was happening to him? Ryo had never felt so dizzy or overheated. Whenever a man began to touch him, he simply shut down, letting his mind wander so as to become as detached as possible. But he was unable to do that now. Why?

Breaking away from the kiss, the blond man gasped for air. But before he was allowed to catch his breath, he felt the hot wetness of Dee's tongue snake out to lap at the tender flesh along his throat. Ryo's hands darted up to tangle themselves in the raven locks, unsure of whether he was tugging at Dee's hair to push him away or pull him closer.

While Ryo's head swam with the onslaught of his body's overwhelming and unexpected emotions, Dee was reveling in every artless response from the man. And knowing that he was the first man to give him such unmitigated pleasure only spurred him on.

Keeping one arm tightly about Ryo's waist in order to steady his now-trembling body, Dee used his free hand to dip under the line of the yukata, tracing along one sensitive collarbone. His mouth followed down the path after his fingers, awakening the tender nerves. In minutes Dee had pushed aside the light material of the kimono so that it fell and caught at Ryo's elbows to reveal his perfect, smooth chest and flat stomach.

"God, you're beautiful..." Dee breathed out in a heady sigh as he kissed along the newly exposed skin.

The words washed over Ryo and sapped his strength as he felt himself fall deeper and deeper into a trace.

"I want to show you all the pleasures of this world," said Dee in a hushed tone. "Will you let me, Ryo?"

But the blond was too far gone to answer as his head fell back against the tree. His chest rose and fell in rapid succession under Dee's attention. Ryo's mind was so caught-up in the movements of Dee's mouth, that he barely noticed when one of the man's hands subtly slipped between the lower folds of his clothing.

Slowly, Dee's fingers floated over the heated skin of the blond's inner thighs, until he had finally reached the apex of Ryo's legs. Then Dee dared to graze his palm over pulsing erection settled there.

"AHhh!" Ryo cried out, his eyes flying open. Oh, god, what was happening? His hand darted out to clutch at the wrist of the offending hand, but Dee would not relent. With deft movements, he curled his fingers about Ryo's growing hardness and began pumping him. His strokes were sure and experienced.

It briefly crossed Dee's mind with some humor how odd it was that he would be the one teaching a prostitute about sexual pleasure. Then again, maybe it wasn't so strange, considering most people only took pleasure from their consorts, rather than bestowing it upon them.

In any case, it was quite true for Ryo that he had never been given such shocking pleasure before in his life and he was overpowered by it as Dee pumped him into a frenzy.

"Dee-san! Yamete kudasai!" he gasped, squeezing his fingers about Dee's wrist in an attempt to still his movements.

Ignoring his protests, Dee quickened his pace and clamped his mouth onto the base of Ryo's neck to suck and lick at him with fervor. He'd wanted to kiss his mouth into submission, but decided he preferred to hear every glorious syllable Ryo cried out when he forced him his come in his hands.

Biting down on his lip, Ryo tried in vain to quiet himself, but Dee was quickly pushing him toward his climax and all coherent thought was fleeing from him.

As Dee continued to work his weeping cock, he felt a shudder pass through Ryo's body and in the next moment, the blond man had released his grip on Dee's wrist to throw both arms about the man. He clung desperately to him and bit down on Dee's shoulder to keep from screaming out as he shot forth his seed over the man's waiting palm.

"Dee-san, I-" Ryo murmured, but his eyes fluttered closed and his body suddenly when limp.

In a swift motion, Dee caught the blond man's sinking body and lifted him into his arms. Lowering his lips, he brushed a tender kiss over his forehead before making his way back to the road.

Fortunately it was quite late by now and there were few people around to cast any curious glances at the two men. Dee made his way as quickly as he could back to the Inn and slipped through the open doorway.

"I'll be making arrangements to see him shortly," was all Dee said in reply to the Innkeeper's wide eyes upon seeing him carry Ryo to his room.

The blond sighed with deep content when he was placed on his sleeping cushions and soon his breathing had steadied into the quiet pace of sleep.

After Dee left, his feet took him back to his own sleeping quarters. But there was someone he had to see before he could retire for the evening. It was clear to him now that he would somehow have to be alone with Ryo again and he planned to make good on his claim to the Innkeeper.

There was only one person who the dark haired man could think of that had that kind of money to lend him. But would he give it to him? Dee wasn't sure, but he didn't have a choice.

Sliding open the door to the dojo, he bowed low.

"Sorry to disturb you, Rose-sama, but I have a favor to ask..."

******** Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I can't wait to write the next one b/c things are going to get interesting! ^_-

Reviews welcome!

GLOSSARY

danshou: A male paramour/ prostitute (as far as I can make out)

iko: let's go; we're going

gomen ne: a more informal way of apologizing

matte kudasai: please wait

iie, chigaimasu: No, you're wrong

yamete kudasai: please stop

And because I forgot to mention this earlier and there's anyone who might not be familiar with it:

name prefixes:

-san = mr.

-sama= lordship/ ladyship

-chan= used for children or very close friends

(So when Rose uses it with Dee, it's an insult.)