Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Monogatari (Cherry Blossom Tale) ❯ Chapter 4

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

Full lemon ahead! ^_- You might want to read it twice to catch everything (you'll see what I mean by the end!) Enjoy!

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Dee tapped his fingers impatiently,waiting for the object of his desire to appear in the doorway of the small room. Despite their encounter the previous evening, he was eager to see the blond man again. And pick up where they'd let off. After Ryo had melted in his arms so willing before, Dee had no more qualms about pressing his attentions on the man. If he had to pay to do so, well, it wouldn't matter. He was sure he could persuade Ryo that his feelings were true. Besides, he really wasn't the one paying for it. Not in any monetary sense that is. No, Rose was much too clever and far too sadistic to simply give Dee a straightforward loan. He had his own plans.

Brushing his dark hair from his face, Dee shifted uncomfortably. When he had gone to ask for Rose's help, the man hardly seemed surprised. Quite the opposite, actually. The samurai looked as if he'd been waiting up for that specific purpose. And he had already had the terms of the agreement planned out. But Dee wouldn't think of that right now. He rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous gesture, as if warding off someone's stare.

Thankfully, the door slid open at that moment and Dee beheld the graceful figure of Ryo stepping within, a tray of sake in his hands. The blond bowed low to him before kneeling to serve the sweet rice wine.

The room fell into silence and the air seemed charged around them. Ryo kept his eyes lowered, part of him afraid to look up and loose himself in the green depths of Dee's eyes. He recalled waking earlier that day and blinking about him in confusion. It had taken a few moments for him to piece together how he must have gotten home the night before, because he certainly didn't remember any of it. All he could recall was his encounter with Dee after the Innkeeper had unexpectedly sent him out on an errand alone that night. A shiver slipped down along his spine at the memory. No one had ever caressed him into such a frenzy before, it was at once liberating and terrifying. And now he was here with him again and, to his own surprise, Ryo discovered he was waiting in timid suspense for Dee to touch him once more.

Leaning over the blond man as he filled the small sake cup, Dee inhaled his unique, intoxicating scent. Then he closed his eyes and exhaled in a long, calming sigh. As much as he wanted to throw Ryo down right then and bury himself deep inside that gorgeous body, he knew he would have to take his time to ready Ryo's mind and body beforehand. Not to mention he had to get Rose's damnable smirk out of his head. He could just see him now with that smug look of satisfaction on his face.

Shooting the warm sake down his throat, Dee pushed Rose from his mind and turned his full concentration on the man before him. Sliding the tray off to the side, Dee took Ryo's hands from where they lay resting demurely in his lap and brought them to his lips, kissing each palm in turn. The breath caught in Ryo's throat at this unexpectedly tender and seductive gesture. The blond man let his eyelids flutter closed and leaned his head back, marveling at the feel of the man's warm lips and smooth tongue as they played over the sensitive skin. The nerve endings seemed to spark with each flinch of Dee's tongue, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Ryo would never have thought of the palms of his hands as being a kind of erogenous zone, but under the skillful samurai's care they quickly became so sensitized that he was gasping with each movement.

Glancing up, Dee could see Ryo biting his lip to hold back his moans. He could feel the man trembling in anticipation of what was to come as he continued to hold his wrists captive. "Ryo," he said softly, the first word to be spoken between them since the man had entered.

Opening the heavy lids, the blond fixed his rather glassy gaze over at Dee.

"Promise me," Dee whispered as he slowly inched his face closer, "promise me that you'll tell me if you want me to stop..."

Ryo nodded, barely hearing the man's words as he willed him to close the space between them. He'd never felt this kind of urgency before and he knew he wouldn't want it to stop. But Dee knew what Ryo didn't. He knew that this would quite possibly be the first time Ryo would ever be giving free reign to his emotions during sex, and no matter how many times he had gone through the motions before, it might be overwhelming.

"Say it," Dee insisted.

"I promise... I'll tell you if I need you to stop," Ryo replied in a wispy voice.

Then, giving in to what they had both been yearning for, Dee brought his lips down over Ryo's. At first, the touch was a soft, gentle caress, but within seconds it quickened into a heated kiss, belying both of their needs. Ryo willingly opened his mouth to Dee, his tongue searching for his as he was lowered onto the floor. The blond's legs instinctively fell open to allow Dee to settle contentedly between them. Loosing himself more and more to the unfamiliar desires stirring within him, Ryo sighed with abandon at the exquisite feel of Dee's firm weight falling over him. Normally, he would be calculating every move to try and satisfy his client's wishes, but now, open to the primitive yearnings inside him, he clutched at the fabric of the other man's kimono, unsure of what to do next when he wanted so desperately to do everything at once. To feel every inch of Dee's skin and revel in every move of his body. Never before had he realized what joy there could be in the intimacies between two lovers. Always before it had been so cold, so base and coarse. He'd never really understood people's desire for sex. Not until now. Dee had opened the floodgates to his inner heart and Ryo was helpless against the deluge that followed.

And as the raven-haired man watched his lover squirm impatiently beneath him, he knew that Ryo was loosing himself in that tidal wave of consuming need. He felt it was his own duty not to let him drown.

"Ryo," said Dee as he scattered kisses up along the man's jaw to nuzzle behind his ear. "Will you untie my kimono for me, onegai?" he said sweetly, nipping at the sensitive flesh of his neck.

"H-hai," Ryo replied shakily, lifting his trembling fingers to pull at the stubborn knot holding the folds of Dee's clothing together. Somewhere in the back of Ryo's mind he wondered why the man had decided to wear the kimono. He'd never seen him in one before, since he'd always worn the customary gi and hakama of a samurai. It was a small, passing thought and it did not return.

Once the material fell open, Ryo tentatively brought his hands up to press his palms against the heated flesh of Dee's flat, muscular stomach. The tanned skin was marred only by a thin, ugly scar slashed across the man's belly. The sight gave Ryo a brief pause as he traced his fingers over the puckered flesh. Although it shouldn't have come as a surprise that a samurai would bare such a scar, nevertheless, something about it pressed at Ryo's mind. Any thought of asking Dee about the history of the mark soon vanished, however.

While Ryo's mind at wandered, Dee had been making quick work of his clothing and suddenly the blond man felt a pair of calloused hands grazing over the tender skin along his naked ribs.

"Ahhh!" Ryo cried out softly, his back arching upward to encourage the other man's exploration. Slipping his arms under Ryo's back, Dee shifted, bending his knees and sitting back on his heels so that Ryo now straddled his hips even as his back remained arched before him. To steady himself, Ryo's hands came up to grip tightly at Dee's forearms. He'd been stripped completely of his yukata, but Dee still wore his own kimono and the silky fabric cascaded down to cover Ryo's legs and hips, teasing the skin with it's smooth touch.

With one hand supporting Ryo's arched back, Dee brought the other around to glide up the man's stretched abs until it swept up to pinch one taunt nipple. The sudden electric thrill caused by Dee's ministrations ran down the blond's body and settled between his legs, making Ryo wrap his thighs tight about the man's waist to squeeze in reply.

"Ryo... you feel so good, I can't get enough of you," Dee breathed against the man's skin as his lips drifted down his torso. He kissed and nipped lower and lower, torturing Ryo with his slowness even as the blond slipped his hands into his dark hair to pull his head closer to his pulsing erection.

Just as Ryo opened his mouth to beg the samurai to end his suffering, Dee mercifully closed his mouth about him, so that Ryo shuddered and cried out his name. How did Dee know just what to do? Ryo mused as he tugged at the deep raven strands between his fingers. The man's tongue slipped like heaven-made silk down his shaft as his lips sucked him deeper. Ryo was ready to explode so quickly he wondered at his own body.

"Dee-san! I'm going to- nnhhHH!" Ryo sputtered out between gasps, trying to warn the dark-haired samurai that he was dangerously close to spilling forth his seed into his mouth.

Dee heard his panting and lifted his head. "Not without me, koi," he whispered, leaning forward once more to cover the blond man's body with his own. He quickly dipped his fingers in a nearby jar filled with slick lubricant and coated himself. Reaching between them, careful to keep his kimono covering his lover's body, he pressed his fingers against Ryo's ass. With a delightful ease, he slipped one and then two digits within him and Ryo eagerly pushed down upon them.

"Are you ready for me Ryo?" Dee asked wickedly, knowing the man was shuddering with need as he pumped his fingers with vigor inside him.

"HAI! Onegai, Dee-san, onegai!!" the blond man panted, clinging to Dee in desperation.

And Dee was more than happy to oblige him. With one swift stroke, he impaled him with his hard cock. He'd meant to pause then, but neither one of them was willing to wait and Dee found himself unable to hold himself back from plunging over and over into the man's yielding body.

In the mist of their cries of ecstasy, their mouths met and sealed about one another, tongues thrusting to the same rhythm as their bodies. Dee's hands twined into Ryo's golden locks as he strained to hold back his oncoming orgasm. But with Ryo's arms pulling him closer and his hips rocking into his with force, he couldn't last.

"Oh, God... Ryo!"

Taking one hand to reach down and work Ryo's weeping shaft, Dee gritted his teeth and, pumping the cock at a feverish pace, he managed to bring his lover to climax just after he exploded deep inside him.

Dee collapsed atop the blond man, utterly spent. For his part, Ryo didn't mind the heavy weight over his body, the force of his lover pressing him down just made everything seem more real, somehow. He ran his hand over the man's broad back and smiled, allowing himself this small bit of foolish happiness before the rest of the world came down to intrude upon them once more.

"Gomen," Dee said after a moment, rolling to the side, "I must be heavy."

"I don't mind," Ryo replied, turning to gaze at this man who had so suddenly stepped into his life and imbued it with such joy.

"Ryo..." Dee whispered, almost reverently as he gazed at the beauty of this man, hair tousled from their lovemaking.

For a moment, they simply lay there, quietly soaking in the sight of one another. Dee's eyes drifted over Ryo's naked form appreciatively. Then, suddenly his brow furrowed and he reached over to drape the blond's body with the discarded yukata. Ryo wondered at the odd gesture, but he decided to ignore it. He simply felt too blissful right now to care.

Dee stayed as long as he could, curling his body next to Ryo's protectively. But he would be expected to take his leave before sunrise and if he fell asleep, which was likely while he lay wrapped around Ryo's warm body, he was sure he'd be out until well passed noon. So, begrudgingly, he slipped away from the man's sleeping form. Ryo murmured and shifted, but he didn't wake. The man looked like a fallen angel as he slept there, the light of the moon catching in his blond locks and creating a golden halo about his face. Dee sighed and silently slid the door shut behind him.

The hushed sounds of the night greeted the dark-haired man as he stepped back onto the street. He breathed in the refreshing air and let the dark stillness of the evening penetrate his bones. It had been years since he last felt this content. It figured it wouldn't last very long.

"I thought you'd have gone home by now," Dee said crossly as he heard the familiar shuffle of feet behind him.

"I wanted to get my money's worth," the other man replied in his silky, reassured voice. "And you're so cute when you're sleeping," the voice said mockingly.

"Damn you, Rose!" cursed Dee, spinning on his heel to face him. "You got what you wanted out of this, do you have to stay and lord it over me?!"

The wealthy samurai sauntered casually over to his fuming companion, smugness emanating from him like sickeningly sweet perfume. "That depends," he said, "If you want this little arrangement of ours to continue."

Dee paused, he wasn't sure what to say to that. Rose knew very well that he'd do almost anything to have these nights together with Ryo.

"Yes," Dee replied, keeping his anger in check, "I would like that."

"Good, then we'll make it a regular date," Rose replied happily. "However, next time I'd rather you didn't where the kimono, it was blocking my view, as you well knew. Though it was amusing to watch your chivilrous attempts to keep him covered."

Dee clenched a fist and sucked in his breath, forcefully shoving down his fury so he wouldn't hit the man. "i was told you had an excellent vantage point from the adjacent room, I'm sure you can afford me the barest minimum of privacy!" he ground out.

"We'll see," he replied noncommittally.

Dee didn't argue further; he knew they would only continue to bicker without result, so he blew out a long breath and decided to let matters be. He couldn't help but wonder, however, just what Rose was getting out of all this Dee shrugged. He supposed it was simply his own twisted glee at being able to gloat over him and humiliate him by witnessing even the most inimate moments in his life. But as long as Rose's own perverse voyeuristic pleasures were funding his affair, Dee would have to learn to just live with it.

*********So, did anyone guess that Rose was there before the end of the chapter? I gave hints, and my intro does warn that there's 'voy' ahead! I hope I didn't loose anyone with this particular twist- I like to think I was able to make it all seem credible.

I love this idea, though and couldn't wait to write it! I'm so perverse! This is still in keeping with the times, though! See the glossary for more info.

Reviews very welcome!

GLOSSARY

onegai: please (less formal than kudasai)

koi: love; also refers to the fish and there's many puns made on this in anime!

Voyerism & ancient Japan: Just as Japan was open to homosexuality, within a given context in samurai culture, so it was open to things such as voyerism. There are numerous woodblocks of people spying on others sexual activities through the thin shoji screens. It probably wasn't that uncommon of an experience as it is in modern times. However, like almost all sexual activity in Japan, it most likely had to be done as inconspicuously as possible. Hence, in the story, Ryo most definitely does NOT know Rose is secretly watching even though it's all been pre-arranged with the Innkeeper.