Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Sakura Monogatari (Cherry Blossom Tale) ❯ Chapter 8

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

Well, there's a lemon in here, but it might not be what you;re expecting! Still, hope you like it! There's just one chapter left after this, so stick around!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fake.

Dee ran his fingers through his hair and drew in a deep breath, firming his resolve. It had taken him a long time to come to a final decision over Ryo's fate and his own, but now he was sure.

The last week had been an enormous drain on the dark-haired man. He'd supported Ryo the best he knew how, but there wasn't much he could do to console him when his mother finally passed away. Her funeral rites were solemn and short and Dee had to admit he was glad when they were over. However, the entire ordeal had left Ryo shaken and (to Dee's relief) he hadn't yet gone back to work. But he would have to soon. And Dee would have to act swiftly if he was going to change their situation.

With the death of Ryo's mother, his financial burden was somewhat lifted. Her kimonos and other belongings were sold off for a good price and managed to cover most of her debts. Ryo really only needed to worry about himself now. But Dee didn't have enough to free him.

He knew someone who did, though.

Rose had said he wouldn't have the money to free both Ryo and his mother, but now things were different. Perhaps some good could yet come from Ryo's loss; perhaps now Rose would front the money for Ryo to leave the Inn and start a new life with Dee.

How to convince the man of this was a difficult matter, however. There would be no use in freeing Ryo only to entangle them both with another patron who would rule their lives and dictate their movements. So how was Dee ever going to get Rose's funds without giving him even more power over his life?

Even as the raven-haired man stood hesitating on the doorstep to Rose's home, he still had not been able to solve this riddle. But there was no time left, Ryo would have to go back to the Inn the next day unless Dee could do something tonight to avert it.

Dee raised his hand to knock, but the door slid open before he even had the chance. "Dee-chan!" Rose said with a satisfied grin, "I didn't expect to see you sulking outside my door, won't you come in?" The bleached blond gave a mock bow and motioned for Dee to step inside. As much as he wanted to smack that snide smile off of Rose's face, Dee gritted his teeth and reminded himself of why he was here. Just keep thinking of Ryo, he told himself.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Rose asked after he had slid the door shut behind him.

"Must you use that snide tone with me?" Dee said softly, trying desperately to keep his anger in check. It was always so hard with this infernal man. He graded on his nerves and it annoyed him that Rose was always so calm.

Rose waved off Dee's irritated tone. "Let's not spend our time bickering, you obviously need something or you wouldn't have come, so tell me," he said walking over to face the other samurai.

Dee hesitated, Rose always had a way of throwing him off guard. Their was something odd in the blond's tone when he spoke to him. The teasing was gone from his voice and there was something weary or forlorn that replaced it. Or maybe Dee was imagining things.

Clearing his head, Dee said, "You must have heard that Ryo's mother has recently died."

"Yes," Rose answered simply.

"You had told me before that you couldn't free both Ryo and his mother, but now..." Dee paused, hoping Rose would finish his thought so that he wouldn't have to come right out and ask him for help. But Rose let the silence dangle between them until Dee was forced to fill it in. "I hoped you would now help free Ryo from the Inn- can you... will you help me?" he said earnestly.

As he spoke, Rose had turned his back to gaze out one of the windows into the sakura trees beyond. Dee waited for him to answer or at least to turn to face him so he could read his expression.

"And why would I do this?" Rose finally said in an even tone which Dee was unable to read.

The dark-haired man shrugged, hesitated and then said honestly, "I don't know; to tell the truth I wish to take Ryo away from here and from you- I don't want either of us to be tied to anyone, but neither of us has the means to do this... " Dee's shoulders shagged as he spoke. He supposed that he could've lied. He might have said that he'd acquiesce to whatever conditions Rose asked and then later run away with Ryo one night anyway. But he wouldn't do it. Dee was still a samurai at heart, and he had his honor.

As he spoke the night had fallen about them and no one had yet lit the lanterns. Dee waited in silence and growing darkness, not knowing what to expect.

"Alright," Rose answered, turning around.

Dee could not see his face in the failing light, but he could feel Rose's eyes on him. He shifted nervously and asked, "You will? Even though I have nothing to offer you?"

Dee could almost FEEL the smile of satisfaction spread across Rose's face.

"Oh, but Dee, you do have at least one thing to offer me..." Rose said, stalking toward Dee in a way that made him take a step back.

Rose advanced until he had him nearly pinned against the wall, then he leaned forward

"YOU," he said leaning in to sigh the word with perverse pleasure against Dee's ear.

Instinctively, Dee shoved him back. He assumed the samurai was baiting him and his face flushed in frustration. "I am being SERIOUS!" Dee shouted.

Rose, looking Dee straight in the eye retorted sternly, "So am I."

The dark-haired man opened his mouth to speak, but his words seemed to have abandoned him. What was this about? He suspected it was Rose's final and ultimate humiliation.

Still thrown off-kilter, he stumbled backward when Rose advanced.

"Well?" said Rose, his eyes narrowing. "How much are you willing to sacrifice for your love? Are you willing to do just once what Ryo's done for so many years to survive?"

Dee's brow furrowed in confusion. Was this some sort of lesson? Was Rose only trying to make a point? Or did he truly intend to force him to submit his body?

The question was answered as Rose suddenly slammed his body back against the wall, smothering Dee's mouth in a smooth, experienced kiss. It wasn't what Dee expected- on many levels. For one, Dee would've thought Rose would be brutal and domineering. But his lips, though somewhat forceful, were also rather coaxing, as if he wanted more than to just TAKE something from Dee, he wanted him to respond and then to give it to him willing. It was a odd thought and a frightening one. If Rose wanted to have his way with him, that was one thing, but to deliberately make his responsive body turn against him was something else entirely.

If this was the man's perverse way of humiliating him, why bother trying to seduce him, which he clearly was by the languid movements of his mouth? Dee would have been prepared for a rough, quick tumble to satisfy whatever Rose was expecting to get out of this, but why would he want to seduce him? The only explanation was inexplicable- could Rose actually be harboring a reluctant attraction toward him?

Abruptly, Rose pulled away and looked at Dee with a wicked gleam in his eye. "I haven't heard an answer yet, Dee-chan..." he said smiling.

For a moment Dee held his breath in indecision. Could he really do this? Then again what choice did he have?

Blowing out his breath, the dark-haired samurai held Rose's gaze and began hesitantly, "Just... ONCE... right?"

The pale blond lifted a single finger before him to emphasize his answer, "One night with me, that's all."

Dee was careful to note that Rose had not said 'once' but one 'night'...

"But after tonight... Ryo and I-"

Rose's smile faded into a more serious expression as Dee spoke. "You and Ryo will be free of any ties or obligations, you have my word," he said sternly. "Well?"

With a reluctant sigh, Dee closed his eyes, hardened his will... and nodded.

"Open your eyes Dee," Rose said in a voice softer than he had ever heard him use before.

Reluctantly, Dee complied.

"For tonight," Rose said quietly, slipping the tips of his fingers down Dee's jaw to trail along his throat, "I want you with ME- not thinking of anyone else..."

Dee's brow furrowed at these unexpected words and he didn't know what to make of them. But in a moment Rose's mood reverted back to his usual self-important manner and Dee found his gi ripped open and Rose's eager hands sliding along his ribs. His fingers were hot against the Dee's cool, exposed skin. The pale samurai's breath drifted across the subtle curve of Dee's neck before his mouth lowered to graze eager teeth over the tender flesh.

Dee's body shook involuntarily and he gripped at Rose's own gi, pulling the fabric into his fists in frustration. Even though Rose was the last person he wanted touching him, the man's hands were adept at giving pleasure and Dee's body began to betray him. He had always prided himself on his shift responsive manhood, but now Dee cursed it. His libido simply wouldn't obey him. And as Rose's firm hands searched the contours of his body, Dee knew the man could feel his erection growing between them and he lifted his gaze to stare at the ceiling. He examined every variation in the grain of wood upholding the roof to turn his mind from Rose's attentions.

God, how did Ryo do this? he thought. And in an instant his mind filled with Ryo; his natural flaxen locks falling over those onyx eyes, the eyes that were always so open with love for him.

When Rose's mouth began to glide down Dee's chest, his tongue giving expert strokes over his skin, he had to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning Ryo's name. Suddenly he felt Rose's fingers dig into his hips.

"You're mind's not here, Dee," Rose said in a warning tone, his thumbs hooking around the dark-haired man's hipbones in a painful grip.

Dee gasped and looked down to see Rose's eyes narrowly inspecting him.

"I had hoped to take my time with you," he said, irritation lacing his voice dangerously. "But if you can't follow simple instructions..."

"What do you want from me?" Dee retorted heatedly. He could force himself to let Rose take his body, but why did he seem to insist on controlling even his thoughts?

Rising to his feet, Rose locked his eyes with Dee's defiant gaze and told him, "No one is forcing you into his, Dee; remember this is your OWN choice!" With that he tore at Dee's hakama, undressing him completely.

Never breaking his eyes away from his captive, Rose drifted a hand slowly and deliberately down Dee's side, before roughly gripping his buttocks. Both men were of equal height and as Rose reached around the other man's muscular body, all space between them closed. Their faces were just inches apart and each could feel the rise and fall as they breathed, their nostrils flaring in anger. Neither man would back down, neither one was willing to submit in the least to the other. As badly as Rose wanted to dominate Dee and break him to his will, the other samurai was equally stubborn and equally adamant. Dee would make it clear that no matter how skilled Rose was as a lover, he would take no pleasure in this tryst.

As these two men of unbreakable wills stared at each other, they knew neither would back down and it fueled both their angers, and, however ironically, both their desires.

Finally breaking the eye contact, Rose suddenly reached down and bit hard into the crook of Dee's shoulder while a hand darted between them to tug at his now weeping erection. Dee swore under his breath at the sudden onslaught, but he made no other sign and Rose continued. Letting his mouth slide with torturously slow precision, the bleach blond licked and nipped down Dee's chest, thoroughly enjoying every gasp and caught breath of the man above him as he did so. Rose paused at Dee's nipples, working them into hard nubs with his rough teeth. And all the while he continued to pump Dee's manhood with his skilled hands.

Every minute beneath Rose's ministrations chipped away at Dee's reserve. He needed to get off and there was no use in denying it. Without realizing what he was doing, Dee began to sway his hips, just slightly, into Rose's eager grip. By the time Dee became aware of what he was doing, it couldn't stop himself. He could only imagine the smirk his actions must be putting on the other samurai's face, but Dee wouldn't look down to find out.

If he had, he would have been surprised to find Rose looking just as discomposed as him. The usually stoic samurai was quickly loosing himself to the lust running through his veins. Unable to help himself, he leaned down and in one swift movement he enveloped Dee's stiff cock.

"Aahhh!" Dee gasped out before he could hold it back. Lifting a hand to his lips, he bit down on a finger to keep any other sounds from escaping his lips.

Rose felt himself grow hard as he watched Dee fight for control of himself. Although Rose was finding it hard to reign in his urges, he couldn't help but needle Dee. "Do you like that Dee-kun?" he said, lifting his head.

Deep green eyes stared daggers down at him, but rather than argue, the dark-haired man gripped the blond's hair and shoved his head back down. In any other situation, Dee would never have handled his superior so roughly, but these were no usual circumstances. If Rose was going to play dirty, Dee sure as hell wasn't going to just lie down and take it. For whatever reason, Rose wanted him, and Dee would use that to every advantage he could take.

However, when Rose's hot mouth closed once more over Dee's quivering shaft, all thoughts fell from his mind as instinct took over. His hips bucked as a soft tongue trailed over the weeping head of his cock and Dee's fingers tangled into Rose's bleached locks mercilessly. Just a few minutes of Rose sucking and stroking him had Dee on the threshold of orgasm.

"Are you going to come, Dee-kun?" Rose murmured condescendingly even as he licked along the weeping erection. Dee dung his nails into the wall behind him, willing himself to hold out, but it was no use under the other man's unceasing, expert strokes.

"I think you are," Rose said with satisfaction, quickening the pace of his hand and engulfing the tip of his cock. It was no use, Dee couldn't hold on any longer and he felt the familiar stirring in his groin just before he spilled his seed unwilling into Rose's waiting mouth. But even in this helpless situation he would not submit completely and as Rose drained him Dee managed to grind out defiantly, "Choke on it!"

Breathing heavily from his recent orgasm, Dee let his body slowly slide down the wall behind him until he was sitting on the floor near Rose. He had a small hope that the samurai would be satisfied with this episode and let him leave. This was not the case.

Dee's frame had barely slumped to the floor when Rose was atop him, catching the dark-haired man off-guard and pushing his shoulders down as he pressed between his legs, forcing them apart.

"Cho- chotto-matte Rose-san!" Dee cried as Rose loosened his own clothing. "Give me a minute!" he protested.

But Rose had waited long enough. He'd carried a begrudging attraction and even more astonishing, a kind of respect for Dee, ever since they'd first met. From the beginning Dee had always stood out, and it wasn't just because of those piercing green eyes. His unflinching honesty was sometimes refreshing to a person in Rose's position. Because of his wealth, Rose had dealt with so many people during his life that only wanted to use him or his position. When he'd been searching for new men to recruit to his dojo, Rose had had to put up with people who tried various forms of manipulation- coercion, pleading, threats- to gain a spot there. But Dee had been different, he had no family ties to use as influence and he wasn't the most highly skilled, he simply relied on his determination to win him a position. And he had made no attempt to hide the fact that Rose rubbed him the wrong way from the start. Dee was nothing if not honest and straightforward. It intrigued and irritated Rose at the same time. So it was that, despite his being rather coarse and arrogant, Dee was allowed into Rose's elite sword school- as well as becoming something of a conquest for Rose. For nothing stoked Rose's desire more than a bit a conflict.

So the blond was not about to slow down after waiting so long for his opportunity to bed this strong-willed man.

"Shut-up Dee," he told him before silencing any further protest by smothering the man's mouth.

Dee almost started to push him away, then held himself in check. What good would it do? He'd already given his word. Fighting against Rose now would probably only fuel the man's desire further, and Dee wanted this night to end as soon as possible. He felt Rose shift to position himself between his tight ass cheeks, and Dee couldn't keep himself from offering a snide comment.

"You're not going to tie me down?" Dee asked, wanting make a jab at the samurai's pride by implying the man's perverseness.

"Is that a request?" the man replied with a smile.

Damn it! Dee gritted his teeth; he'd walked right into that one. But before he could reply Rose went on.

"Our agreement will bind you much more effectively than any cords or ropes possibly could, Dee-san" he told him.

Dee had just a moment to reflect on the fact that Rose had actually used the honorific "san" rather than the more demeaning labels he typically used, when the man above him pushed slowly, but determinedly, deep inside his tight body. The dark-haired man had never allowed himself to be taken before, and he bit down on his lip to keep from crying out at the pain that seared through him.

As badly as Rose wished to pump that body into submission, he knew Dee had to relax his muscles or he could hurt him badly.

"Dee," he said in an uncharacteristically soft tone. The man beneath him didn't reply. Dee's whole being seemed focused on the painful intrusion stretching him, tearing at him. Rose could see he was only doing more harm by tightening the muscles. "Dee, you have to relax," he told him firmly, drifting his mouth down to suck at the sensitive column of his neck to redirect his attention.

Slowly, bit by bit, Dee's breathing calmed and his muscles loosened, though it was still an uncomfortable sensation to be impaled by Rose's large prick. The light-haired samurai reached down to stroke Dee's manhood to life once more and found himself smiling. He'd never expected that he'd end up having to treat Dee the same way he would an inexperienced young girl. The thought almost made him laugh, but he restrained himself.

Soon Dee had forgotten the pain completely and Rose was able to press on deeper without protest. When he shifted to angle his hips in just the right spot, Dee gasped, a new pleasant thrill racing along his nerves. Dee had always known how to give pleasure, but it was wholly different being on the receiving end. And although his body might get some gratification from this encounter, Dee was not going to enjoy it.

But perhaps he deserved this. After all, this is what Ryo had had to endure for years- this and much worse. And Dee had judged him for it. He deserved to have to submit to the same ordeal.

"Ahh," Dee gasped involuntarily has Rose quickened his pace, pumping into him with a sudden violence.

"I know when you're mind wanders, Dee-kun..." he whispered. snidely. Rose's patience had worn thin, he could no longer hold back and he surprised himself with the strength his feelings. He wanted total possession of this man, if even briefly. "Dee," he choked out as he thrust himself again into the dark brunette's body and exploded inside him.

For a moment Rose remained still, gaining his breath as he leaned over the man beneath him. When Dee shifted uncomfortably under him, Rose slowly slipped himself from his body and lay down, spent. Dee stretched out near him, trying to uncramp his bruised muscles. His mind was also trying to unravel why Rose had been so focused on him thinking only of him and no one else throughout the night. It brought Dee back again to the idea that Rose must have some feelings for him. He sighed and made an attempt to sit up, but resigned this movement when very intimate muscles continued to object. Instead, he glanced at Rose, who lay with his back to him.

For a while the silence stretched out between them. Dee wasn't sure what to say, so, uncharacteristically, he stayed quiet. He heard Rose pulling his clothing back on and the blond tossed Dee's own discarded clothing over to him.

Finally, Rose turned to him and asked, "What will you do now Dee?" The dark-haired man looked over at him, but wasn't quite sure what he wanted to know. "You and Ryo are free now, but what will you do for work, where will you live?"

Dee was caught off-guard by this question and he wasn't sure if he had an answer. What would they do?

***Hope I didn't loose anyone with the RosexDee lemon! I just had to do it! And I think it fits the context of the story.

I will finish this before the new year! I know I broke my promises before *sniffle*, but there is only one small chapter left and I'll make it a little Christmas gift to the readers who have stuck with my story for so long! So I'm off to work out it!

Reviews welcome!