hanafurirou book 1, chapter 3, eighth scene

[lemming_chan]

Heh, long time no see on the Hanafurirou front!! But I'm back, with another section, and this is a good one (and a damned long one, 9 pages in Word)!! Yeah, it starts off not so happy... but it gets better. And there's a picture!! Yay!

I'll try not to make the wait for the next scene quite so long this time, though it might actually be two scenes this time, since the next one is super short, and then it's time for a short Ouichirou pov scene after that! So yeah, not too long, I hope. If I can get up off my butt and work. ^_^;;

After that, Fuki found himself thrown into a jail cell in the corner of the building.

Trying to run away from a brothel was one of the worst possible crimes. There was no way he was going to get off easy.

While in there, Fuki was punished for three days and three nights. The whole time he wore only a single nagajuban, even though it was still only springtime.

They bound his hands behind his back, tied him to a rope hanging from the ceiling, and beat him repeatedly with a bamboo switch. When he lost consciousness, they dumped cold water on him and held his head in a bucket of water until he was just about to suffocate. It felt as if the pain would never end.

And during that whole time, they gave him nothing to eat or drink.

When they were finally done punishing him, they tied him up and gagged him, so he couldn't bite his tongue, and then threw him on the floor just like that.

Even though he was only half conscious of the world around him, he strained to sit up as best he could so he could keep looking through the one tiny window in the cell.

From that window, he could see the people coming to visit Hanafurirou. One time he even saw Ouichirou. He was going to see Kichou. That, combined with his other two times, meant that he had already become Kichou's najimi. Even though it hurt to try, Fuki just couldn't bring himself to stop looking out the window.

He wished he could just die already. But there was no way they would let that happen, not to one of their precious "goods" who had yet to repay the large sum of money they had paid to buy him in the first place.

A week after they threw him into the cell, they finally dragged him back out. They washed him off, dressed him in clothes similar to what he had been wearing the night he tried to escape, and then returned him to his room.

That meant Yamafuji must have come again to redo his debut.

Fuki just sat there on top of the crimson futon, dejected and lacking the willpower to do much of anything. After all, they would surely be watching his every move to make sure he didn't run away again.

Before long, the door slid open behind him.

And then it shut.

He could tell that a man had entered the room. Slowly, that man walked around the bed to come in front of Fuki. And then he kneeled.

"...Hotaru," the man called out.

Fuki gasped at the sound of that voice.

"...Ou... ichirou...?" Unable to believe his ears, he slowly raised his head.

Sure enough, Ouichirou was standing right in front of him.

Amazed, Fuki stared up at Ouichirou and murmured, "...Why are you...?"

He shouldn't have been there. Yamafuji was supposed to be there, and Ouichirou was supposed to be in Kichou's room.

But...

He just couldn't understand what was going on, and it threw his thoughts into chaos.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

When he asked that, Fuki looked away.

"Even if you did, it's not like you have the right to say anything about it anymore. Now anyone with the money to pay for you can fuck you... right, Hotaru?"

That made Fuki's chest twinge. Ouichirou was right. He had no right to say anything. But even so...

He had called Fuki Hotaru.

"I know. But..." Fuki took a deep breath and then opened his mouth to speak again, his voice coming out soft and almost trembling. "You're Kichou's customer, aren't you!? So why...?"

Why was he here?

He had seen Ouichirou coming to Hanafurirou while he was locked up. Combined with the other times, that meant he should have already become Kichou's najimi.

"Kichou has nothing to do with this."

"Yes he does...!!"

Customers weren't allowed to cheat on one iroko with another.

But even if that hadn't been a rule of the brothel, Fuki couldn't stand the thought of sharing Ouichirou with Kichou... or with anyone else for that matter.

"Don't you have the wrong room!?"

"I don't."

"Then why...?"

"'Cause I bought you."

Ouichirou asked him if that wasn't what he had wanted all along, and Fuki shook his head emphatically. Yeah, he had wanted Ouichirou to buy time with him. That was the truth.

But now that that had happened, why did it feel so humiliating?

"Are you jealous?" Ouichirou gave a quiet, mocking laugh.

Fuki shook his head, but Ouichirou pulled him close, almost as if he wasn't listening.

"You are, aren't you?"

"I am not...! Let go of me!"

Of course, he really did prefer Ouichirou to Yamafuji, or anyone else. There was no way he would not want him. If it meant he could have Ouichirou as his first man, it made it worth it to try and run away, no matter how badly they punished him. But...

"But you're Kichou-san's customer!? Why would they let you buy me!? I said let go...!"

Ouichirou laughed at his repetition.

"This feels good."

"Huh...?"

"...Keep saying that."

"What are you talking about...?"

Ouichirou wrapped his arms around Fuki and hugged him tight to his chest. Fuki twisted around. "Stop it... Doesn't doing this make you feel even a little sorry for him?"

"Not really."

"Why...!? Aren't you his najimi now? Or do you honestly expect me to believe he turned you down!?"

In the two years since he had come to the brothel, most of which was spent attending Kichou, he had almost never seen Kichou turn down a customer. And he just couldn't imagine it happening with a good looking, wealthy young man like Ouichirou.

But Ouichirou said, "Turned me down? Yeah... I guess you could say that."

"Wha...!?" Fuki was at a loss for words. "W-why would he turn you down!?"

"Who knows? Maybe I just didn't cut it in bed," Ouichirou replied. "Because of that, I decided to do a favor for an old friend and buy a night with you. Aren't you glad to have a customer?"

"......" Fuki raised his hand without thinking. But when he brought it down toward Ouichirou's cheek, Ouichirou caught it before it could hit. He then pulled Fuki in to hug him to his chest again.

"Let go...!!" The fact that Ouichirou had turned to him after being turned down by Kichou pissed him off. "No, dumbass, let go...!"

Pounding on Ouichirou's chest, Fuki struggled for real. He tried to push him over and run away. But no matter how hard he pounded, Ouichirou didn't budge an inch. And then he pulled Fuki closer with almost frightening strength.

"I said let go...!!" Fuki's was almost screaming.

"I won't let you go. ...Never again," Ouichirou said softly.

Then he captured Fuki's lips with his own. Shivers ran down Fuki's spin as Ouichirou twined his tongue around his own. The hot, passionate kiss made him feel like he was going to melt.

At some point, the hands that had been trying to knock Ouichirou over switched to gripping his shirt.

Ouichirou pushed Fuki down onto the futon and moved over him. He grabbed Fuki's wrist and laid kisses on the inside of his bare arm. Slowly, he moved his mouth up Fuki's arm, kissing a trail to his armpit, and then up to his neck.

"Nnn..." A faint groan leaked out of Fuki as Ouichirou sucked on his neck. "No... Ohhh."

The obi of his furisode made a distinct rustling sound as Ouichirou pulled it away from him. Then a hand slid under the kimono and loosened his clothing.

"...Ahh."

Ouichirou had started sucking on one of his nipples. He sucked on the nub, swirled his tongue around it, and then bit down.

"Ah..." Fuki let out an involuntary gasp as the twinge that ran through his body. He had never imagined that that part of his body could be that sensitive. Sure, he had been told of it, but he hadn't really understood how.

"Aaahh... aaahnn..." The moans coming out of his mouth were almost embarrassing.

"...What did he do?" Ouichirou asked in a low voice that was almost a groan.

"Huh...?"

"What did Yamafuji do to you during your debut?"

"My debut..."

Then Fuki realized that Ouichirou didn't know. He hadn't been told how Fuki ran away in the middle of his debut.

"...I heard he hurt you."

"...Hurt me...?"

"And that you had to take some time off because of it. ...Where did he hurt you?"

That was when Fuki realized that that was the story they using to explain what had been done to him while he was locked up. Way back when they could have gotten away with such things, but nowadays society wouldn't look so kindly on them for locking up and beating an iroko who ran away from his debut.

Ouichirou repeated his last question.

"Where...?"

"Was it internal?"

"N-No..."

Fuki went bright red at being asked about something that hadn't happened. Ouichirou had it all wrong. Yamafuji had drugged him and done some bad things to him, but he hadn't actually injured him. Any injuries on his body were from the punishment. But the punishments at an establishment like Hanafurirou were not so severe that they would permanently damage their goods.

"Then where? How did he screw you?"

"...Ahhhh...!" Fuki let out a scream as Ouichirou took out his frustration on his nipple by biting it.

"It hurts..."

But at the same time, it felt good, and that astonished him.

Ouichirou lapped persistently at Fuki's nipple, which stiffened. When he nipped at it, Fuki couldn't stop his hips from twitching. He tweaked Fuki's other nipple with his fingers, and between the two Fuki grew more and more aroused.

"Ah... ahhh. No more... there..."

Apparently Ouichirou only teased more when asked to stop.

It felt so good that Fuki couldn't summon up the strength to push Ouichirou away.

He had always hated his friend's gasps and moans that he heard leaking out from the shared rooms. A big part of the reason he hated Yamafuji was because when he came, Shirayuri had always sounded even more obscene than usual. It made sex seem dirty.

He couldn't stand the thought that eventually he would be the same.

Though he did feel extremely embarrassed to be as turned on as he was, he wasn't miserable. It was different from how it had been with Yamafuji, and it was all because he was with Ouichirou.

Ouichirou was doing these things to him. The person he had loved since he was a little kid was touching him. Was going to fuck him. ...It didn't seem real.

"...It feels so good." He couldn't help but think that, no matter how much thoughts of Kichou shadowed his heart. And that annoyed him more than anything.

"I'll look for myself," Ouichirou said softly.

He stripped off Fuki's nagajuban. Then he looked Fuki, now bare, over from head to toe. As if trying to make sure the skin was still intact, he licked from Fuki's neck and down his side.

"Here?" he asked, having found the faint traces left by the bamboo switch on Fuki's back. Those hadn't been from Yamafuji, though, but from his punishment.

Fuki shook his head.

"Then what are these? ...Are you trying to cover for him?"

Fuki would never cover for Yamafuji. But he didn't say that. He figured it wouldn't hurt to let Ouichirou stay mistaken.

When Fuki turned his head away and refused to talk, Ouichirou grabbed his wrists roughly. Just then, he noticed that there were marks there as well. On top of the marks from being bound by Yamafuji were those from being tied to the rope hanging from the ceiling.

"What's this?"

"...I dunno."

Ouichirou made a tsking noise. As he continued to inspect every last bit of Fuki's body, he found several other marks left from his punishment. It embarrassed Fuki so much he felt like crying.

"Nn... No...!"

Ouichirou pushed a hand under one of Fuki's knees and lifted up his leg. Fuki reflexively tried to close his legs, but couldn't. Then Ouichirou ran his tongue down Fuki's inner thigh.

"No..."

"...What did he do here...?"

"Ahh... uh." Fuki's breath caught as the tongue reached his groin.

"...Did he lick you?"

"......"

"Did he... do something like this?"

"Aaahhh..." A thrill of pleasure pierced through his brain at the feeling of that tongue. He gripped at the futon so hard he thought he might rip the sheets.

"...didn't... do that..." Fuki said between gasps. "He just rubbed... But it didn't... feel good..."

"Liar." It was the truth, but Ouichirou rejected it immediately. Then he took Fuki's member and started stroking it.

"Aahhh..."

"You're so wet now... There's no way it didn't feel good then."

"......"

Just as Ouichirou said, Fuki's erection was dripping. Just having Ouichirou's hand wrapped around it was enough to get him going.

"...Slut," Ouichirou spat.


"No..." That was the one thing he didn't want Ouichirou to be mistaken about. "This... is 'cause... you're doing it..."

He was turned on because Ouichirou was touching him. Having someone else touch him didn't make him feel this good. It didn't make him get so wet.

But Ouichirou said, "...I see. So these are the wiles of a whore. Looks like you've mastered them already."

"That's not... Aahhh...!"

All of a sudden, his erection was engulfed in a wet heat, and he let out a great moan. He realized Ouichirou had taken him in his mouth. Though he had practiced doing it himself, it was the first time someone had done it to him.

"...Ahh..."

And it was Ouichirou doing it, so it was him between Ouichirou's lips just then. Though it was unbearably embarrassing, his hips tingled and his vision went blank. Just thinking about it was enough to make him come.

Ouichirou rolled his tongue around as if he were sucking on a hard candy, and then sucked hard.

"Ahh, aaah, aahhh...!" Fuki felt something snap behind his eyes. "Ah, no, I'm coming...!"

At this rate, he would end up coming in Ouichirou's mouth. Even though he wanted to hold back, he just couldn't.

"Aaahhhh..." Fuki's back arched, and he released his desire. He had never imagined that coming could feel so good.

Breathing heavily, he fell back to the futon. But it seemed Ouichirou had no intention of letting him rest. He lifted Fuki's leg even higher and leaned in to peer at the now revealed pucker.

"No... Don't look..."

Ignoring him, Ouichirou pressed a finger against the hole. As his finger brushed against the dry walls, they gripped it tightly. Even so, Ouichirou didn't stop touching him.

"......"

"He fucked you here, didn't he?" Ouichirou asked softly. "How did he do it? Did he use his fingers to stretch you, or did he...?"

Fuki shook his head frantically.

Yamafuji hadn't fucked him. At least, he was pretty sure he hadn't. Because of the drugs, his memories were a bit fuzzy toward the end, but he was still pretty sure.

"...But this is just the beginning of our night." That was what Yamafuji had said when he came to.

Fuki wanted to tell Ouichirou that, but he couldn't because Kichou came to mind when he tried.

Even though Kichou had dumped him, Ouichirou had still slept with him. But only Fuki had kept his body "clean" while waiting for him. ...He couldn't stand the thought of Ouichirou thinking that about him. So he just couldn't say it.

Ouichirou tsked at Fuki when he didn't answer.

Then he grabbed Fuki's butt cheeks, spread them, and stuck his tongue in the area between them.

"No...!" Fuki reflexively tried to push him away, but Ouichirou wouldn't lift his head. A ticklish ache worked its way up his spine. "Ah... Not there..."

No matter how much he scrubbed at his body, he just couldn't help but think of that place as dirty. And licking it was just...

He couldn't believe what was happening, and it embarrassed him so much he wanted to die. Was Ouichirou really okay doing this? Didn't he think it was disgusting?

"Nnn..." Even so, it felt incredible. Just having the tongue spread him open and caress his inner walls was enough to bring tears to his eyes. It was completely different from when the drugs were forcing him to feel good.

"Haa... aaahh... I'm... losing it..."

Ouichirou was persistent. The feeling of his tongue thrusting in and out made his groin tingle. Lascivious moans poured out of him incessantly.

"...Aaahh...nn. Uh..."

Ouichirou would call him a slut again. He had to stay in control of his voice. ...But he just couldn't.

"...I-I'm gonna come... Ah...!"

"No." He couldn't let himself come for a second time before Ouichirou. He had to be strong. But even as he thought that, he exploded.

"Nnn... Gaahhh...!" He let out an unrestrained shriek.

He had just come from being licked back there. That was a frightening shock to him.

Ouichirou peered down at him. He had come just from being stimulated back there. Having Ouichirou see his face just after that was embarrassing beyond belief. But when he tried to hide his face in his hands, Ouichirou caught them and pulled them away.

Ouichirou maneuvered his hips between Fuki's still open legs, and something warm brushed up against his inner thighs.

His thoughts still fuzzy from his previous release, Fuki felt an urge to touch Ouichirou's face. He wanted to make sure with his own hands. Make sure Ouichirou was really there.

But he didn't seem to want Fuki to touch him.

He could feel Ouichirou pressing up against him. It was incredibly hot, enough to make him pull back. He and Ouichirou were going to be joined together. This hot member was going to be inside of him.

"It's going to hurt." He had heard that the first time hurt, no matter how much you loosened up ahead of time. "But I think it's better that way."

He wasn't quite sure why he felt that way.

He wrapped his arms around Ouichirou and clung tightly to him. Then, even though he was still frightened, he spread his legs wide, and he felt the tip press into him.

"...Ugh...! Aaaahh..."

The pressure was even greater than he had imagined. It was completely different from the toy Yamafuji had used on him. This was hot, and huge, and painful. But it was Ouichirou.

"...Haa... aaahh..."

Even as breathy moans poured out of him, he tried to welcome Ouichirou in. He wanted to be connected. And as he did so, Ouichirou pushed forward without remorse.

"...Ah, nnn...!"

He enjoyed the feeling of Ouichirou running up against his inner walls. He was starting to feel something more than just the pain. As Ouichirou moved within him, he felt thrills of pleasure run up his spine.

"Ou... ichirou..." he called out, as if begging for more.

Ouichirou thrust in even farther, like he was trying to bend Fuki in half. He thrust in again and again, though Fuki was far from accustomed to the feeling yet.

"Nnnga, ah, aahhh..."

Having it rub against him so much hurt, and the wild thrusts cause his hips to tingle. It was like he could feel himself getting wetter the more Ouichirou held him.

"How indecent," Ouichirou murmured. "Were you like this with him, too?"

Fuki shook his head.

"Then what's this?"

Fuki's vision went white again as his newly energized erection brushed against his stomach.

"...Nnn, nnngh, no..." Fuki was about to come again, so he tried to stop Ouichirou. It would just be too embarrassing for that to happen during his first time. Ouichirou would call him a slut again.

But Ouichirou wouldn't stop. Instead he thrust again, deeper than ever before.

"Aaaahhh... I'm..."

Fuki came again, as if the first times hadn't been enough. He could hardly believe that he could become like this himself.

Even so, Ouichirou didn't tone back his movement even slightly. Even as Fuki's seed spurted out, he continued to thrust.

"No... Ohhhh..."

The sensory overload made Fuki's mind go blank. The continued stimulation of his prostate as he came made it start to feel like the sensations would never end.

"Ahhh... aaahh..."

Not seeming to care about Fuki's situation, Ouichirou only thrust deeper.

At some point, tears started streaming down Fuki's face.

"Ouichi... rou... Ou-" He called out Ouichirou's name over and over again.

He was not longer sure what was going on with his own body. All he was sure of was the feeling of Ouichirou buried deep within him. ...And a bit of wonder at just how deep inside he was.

"Ahh... So big..." The words tumbled out of his mouth before he knew he was talking. "No more..."

It felt too good, and he was afraid he was going to come yet again. He tried to clear his thoughts by shaking his head, and he could hear the soft sound of his hair brushing against his ears. But it didn't help at all.

His legs were pushed up high, bending him nearly in half, as Ouichirou thrust into him over and over again. And then he could feel Ouichirou burst somewhere deep inside of him.

"Ah, ahhh..."

The feeling of Ouichirou's seed flowing out inside of him was too much for him, and it enough to make him come again. Even as that happened, Ouichirou's release continued. It filled him up until he couldn't hold anymore, but still it came.

"...Nnn, nnn...."

"...You can take it," Ouichirou murmured, in spite of Fuki's distress that seemed almost unbearable.

"Nnngh..."

When it finally came to an end, Ouichirou slumped down on top of Fuki without pulling out. His weight was oddly reassuring.

It what they had just done feel like it had actually happened.

When Fuki cracked open his eyes, he could see a the white glow of light coming from the shoji door leading out to the garden through the tears that still blurred his vision.

It was almost morning.

The other iroko were starting to see off their customers. He could hear the faint noises of screens sliding open and shut. ...And the faint murmurs asking them to come back.

"...'Come again,' huh..." He wanted to say it to Ouichirou. "...But would it be okay...? ...To ask him to come back...?"

It was part of his job, so there shouldn't be any problems. But that would probably make Ouichirou think him a slut again. It would be just the same as the scorn Ouichirou had felt for him when he asked him to come buy a night with him two years earlier.

But he, too, had...

"You're the one who just fucked me, after all."

He wanted to ask him to come back.

But that wasn't all he wanted to say.

"Keep holding me."

He knew it couldn't happen. As soon as daybreak came, Ouichirou would leave. He knew that, but still...

Even if Ouichirou were to hurt him and scorn him, it would still be hard to let go.

Fuki wrapped his arms around Ouichirou and hugged him close.