[Kaiho]
DROWNING IN SIN
by aoyagi
The evening turned out more interesting than Ogata had originally anticipated. After an afternoon of endless demonstrations, practice games and exhibits, he had felt drained and utterly bored. It had been a stroke of luck to come across lonesome Isumi-kun who had been aimlessly strolling down the corridor. The boy had listlessly accepted the invitation for a game.
Now he sat across from Ogata, his mind clearly anywhere but on the goban.
"Isumi-kun," he said, extremely entertained. "If you play all of your matches like that, I'm surprised you've made into the pros league."
The remark, as expected, hit the intended spot and Ogata watched Isumi turn an interesting shade of pink, then red. The boy clenched his hands at the knees, surely meaning to continue to play, but Ogata knew better. He stood up, walked to the make-shift hotel kitchen and fetched the wine, along with some chocolates. When he sat down again, it didn't take long to clear out the goban and set up the drinks.
"Let's save you any further embarrassment, shall we?" he suggested conversationally then pointed to the things in front of him. "Pick your poison."
Isumi stared at the bottle of sake for a while, then at the box of chocolates and looked up at Ogata, his eyes expressionless.
"I'm a minor, Ogata-san," he stated flatly.
"Then eat the chocolates, if you insist on being prim and proper," Ogata sneered. "I'm sure the amount of liqueur inside of them won't get you too drunk."
"I'll have the sake," Isumi said and reached for a cup.
Watching the boy down three rounds of rice wine amused Ogata to no end. He tried his best not to show his enjoyment, even if he didn't have to: Isumi paid him no attention. Instead, the young pro moved to the chocolates, picked up a large piece and sunk in his teeth, chewing it thoughtfully.
"This tastes weird," he commented.
"You just drank sake, of course it'll taste weird," Ogata said with a smile. "This chocolate is one of the best out there. One of my good friends gave it to me."
Isumi took another bite. "Is it European?" he asked.
"I don't know and, frankly speaking, I don't care, as long it has the desired effect," Ogata replied with a nasty smirk. "What I do care about, though, is the reason you were sulking around the hotel instead of sleeping."
The boy turned a pale shade of green, an amazing contrast from the earlier blush, and didn't look up to meet Ogata's inquiring gaze.
"I don't want to talk about it," he whispered.
Calculating his every move, gesture and word, Ogata slid closer and leaned in, forcing Isumi to lift his head.
"I think I know what happened," Ogata said in a low voice. "You went back to your hotel room after the conference, only to find your dearest Waya-kun in a compromising situation with some girl. Since you
have some sort of feelings for him, you ran away, wishing you could forget about the whole ordeal. Am I right?"
Predictably, Isumi's eyes flew wide open with shock, his skin turning even a deeper shade of green.
"How-- how did you know?" he choked out.
Ogata smiled and took his glasses off. He didn't need them anymore. "I have eyes, Isumi-kun, and I know how to use them," he whispered straight into Isumi's ear and watched a shiver crawl through the boy's body. "I know how to use other body parts as well."
It took Ogata one swift move to pin Isumi down to the floor with a well placed grip. The smaller body trembled underneath him as he quickly plunged for a mind-numbing kiss and refused to move away, even when Isumi started to writhe away.
"O-Ogata-san, w-what are you d-doing?" Isumi said finally, his lips swollen and his breath shuddering. "Let me go."
He tried to escape, but Ogata was entirely too aroused and too intent on getting his way to let his prey go. His hand quickly and efficiently slid down Isumi's chest and dipped into the jeans, eliciting a strained groan.
"You don't want me to let go, Isumi-kun," he purred while reaching underneath the shirt to bite at the nipple. "The chocolate you ate made sure of that."
Whatever objection or outrageous words Isumi wanted to voice were quickly silenced when Ogata roughly shoved the boy onto his bed, face-first into the pillows. He quickly took off the remaining parts of his white suit and lowered himself on top of the young, shaky body.
They had sex the most violent way possible, multiple times, until Ogata fell back onto the crumpled sheets, spent. He reached for his cigarettes and lit one, the smoke quickly filling his lungs and calming his adrenaline-induced pulse. No matter the bedmate, he never failed to light one right after sex.
A quiet sob from the other end of the bed reached his ears, drawing his attention. He looked over at the miserable lump of torn clothing and bruised flesh and sighed heavily. Ogata wanted to smirk, but somehow he didn't feel like it anymore. He leaned over Isumi and placed a gentle kiss on his still sweaty neck.
"You should've stuck to sake only, Isumi-kun," he whispered. "It works better for the pain."
And in moment of kindness he drew the bed sheets over Isumi's shaking body.
by aoyagi
The evening turned out more interesting than Ogata had originally anticipated. After an afternoon of endless demonstrations, practice games and exhibits, he had felt drained and utterly bored. It had been a stroke of luck to come across lonesome Isumi-kun who had been aimlessly strolling down the corridor. The boy had listlessly accepted the invitation for a game.
Now he sat across from Ogata, his mind clearly anywhere but on the goban.
"Isumi-kun," he said, extremely entertained. "If you play all of your matches like that, I'm surprised you've made into the pros league."
The remark, as expected, hit the intended spot and Ogata watched Isumi turn an interesting shade of pink, then red. The boy clenched his hands at the knees, surely meaning to continue to play, but Ogata knew better. He stood up, walked to the make-shift hotel kitchen and fetched the wine, along with some chocolates. When he sat down again, it didn't take long to clear out the goban and set up the drinks.
"Let's save you any further embarrassment, shall we?" he suggested conversationally then pointed to the things in front of him. "Pick your poison."
Isumi stared at the bottle of sake for a while, then at the box of chocolates and looked up at Ogata, his eyes expressionless.
"I'm a minor, Ogata-san," he stated flatly.
"Then eat the chocolates, if you insist on being prim and proper," Ogata sneered. "I'm sure the amount of liqueur inside of them won't get you too drunk."
"I'll have the sake," Isumi said and reached for a cup.
Watching the boy down three rounds of rice wine amused Ogata to no end. He tried his best not to show his enjoyment, even if he didn't have to: Isumi paid him no attention. Instead, the young pro moved to the chocolates, picked up a large piece and sunk in his teeth, chewing it thoughtfully.
"This tastes weird," he commented.
"You just drank sake, of course it'll taste weird," Ogata said with a smile. "This chocolate is one of the best out there. One of my good friends gave it to me."
Isumi took another bite. "Is it European?" he asked.
"I don't know and, frankly speaking, I don't care, as long it has the desired effect," Ogata replied with a nasty smirk. "What I do care about, though, is the reason you were sulking around the hotel instead of sleeping."
The boy turned a pale shade of green, an amazing contrast from the earlier blush, and didn't look up to meet Ogata's inquiring gaze.
"I don't want to talk about it," he whispered.
Calculating his every move, gesture and word, Ogata slid closer and leaned in, forcing Isumi to lift his head.
"I think I know what happened," Ogata said in a low voice. "You went back to your hotel room after the conference, only to find your dearest Waya-kun in a compromising situation with some girl. Since you
have some sort of feelings for him, you ran away, wishing you could forget about the whole ordeal. Am I right?"
Predictably, Isumi's eyes flew wide open with shock, his skin turning even a deeper shade of green.
"How-- how did you know?" he choked out.
Ogata smiled and took his glasses off. He didn't need them anymore. "I have eyes, Isumi-kun, and I know how to use them," he whispered straight into Isumi's ear and watched a shiver crawl through the boy's body. "I know how to use other body parts as well."
It took Ogata one swift move to pin Isumi down to the floor with a well placed grip. The smaller body trembled underneath him as he quickly plunged for a mind-numbing kiss and refused to move away, even when Isumi started to writhe away.
"O-Ogata-san, w-what are you d-doing?" Isumi said finally, his lips swollen and his breath shuddering. "Let me go."
He tried to escape, but Ogata was entirely too aroused and too intent on getting his way to let his prey go. His hand quickly and efficiently slid down Isumi's chest and dipped into the jeans, eliciting a strained groan.
"You don't want me to let go, Isumi-kun," he purred while reaching underneath the shirt to bite at the nipple. "The chocolate you ate made sure of that."
Whatever objection or outrageous words Isumi wanted to voice were quickly silenced when Ogata roughly shoved the boy onto his bed, face-first into the pillows. He quickly took off the remaining parts of his white suit and lowered himself on top of the young, shaky body.
They had sex the most violent way possible, multiple times, until Ogata fell back onto the crumpled sheets, spent. He reached for his cigarettes and lit one, the smoke quickly filling his lungs and calming his adrenaline-induced pulse. No matter the bedmate, he never failed to light one right after sex.
A quiet sob from the other end of the bed reached his ears, drawing his attention. He looked over at the miserable lump of torn clothing and bruised flesh and sighed heavily. Ogata wanted to smirk, but somehow he didn't feel like it anymore. He leaned over Isumi and placed a gentle kiss on his still sweaty neck.
"You should've stuck to sake only, Isumi-kun," he whispered. "It works better for the pain."
And in moment of kindness he drew the bed sheets over Isumi's shaking body.