The Deception (chapter 8, part 1)
Chapter 8:A Rose by Any Other Name…
The night air was passing cool against his skin as he watched with half-lidded eyes the other man stepping into the room.
Despite the two personalities warring and struggling with each other so close under the surface of his emotions, he couldn’t deny the heat as their eyes met. He had known as soon as he has seen the look in the brunette’s gaze earlier that evening that this was inevitable. There was no way he could back down now even when he couldn’t separate Naruto’s heartache from Daisuke’s nervous desire. This was what he had been preparing himself for weeks ago but now that the time had come, he wanted to run. And yet…some sort of fascinated longing held him in place at the same time. Somehow, this had turned from a simple mission to something much more complicated. He was drowning, unable to see the surface any longer but he knew that he would shiver and sigh when Aoshi finished crossing the room and touched him.
It was close to two weeks after he had accepted the Feudal Lord’s courtship gift and tonight he had given his own gift back, as was the custom for him to formally complete the process. Coming up with something suitable had taken him a little while since Aoshi had all the material possessions he could want and Daisuke was in no position to afford something ridiculously expensive and beautiful. His own gift, he had found out, had costed a small fortune since there were so few people in their corner of the world who even knew what a guitar was, let alone how to make one. Luckily, there had been a man from the Land of Waves who made the foreign instruments as a hobby and had been willing to construct one for the Feudal Lord if he was provided with the materials. All in all, it had been a princely gift, one Daisuke had been unsure how to match.
And then he had realized there were things that he could do that would require he spend no money at all. That was how he came to the idea of writing a song for Aoshi. He needed a tremendous amount of help from Sumei to come up with the actual melody and then from Omezu for the lyrics. They had been more than willing to help him out, though Naruto was forced to bluster his way through because he knew absolutely nothing about writing music but it was something Daisuke should know at least a little of. Now, as he sat on the edge of the Feudal Lord’s bed, he wasn’t sure if he should be surprised with the results and he supposed it was a good thing they had dined alone that night, considering how he was currently being devoured by twin pools of molten emerald desire.
The blond swallowed hard and forced himself not to lean away from the source of such searing lust as he watched the older man step towards him. He couldn’t even bring himself to look away, finding himself transfixed by the brunette; after all, he would have to be dead if he didn’t see the man’s beauty.
Aoshi wore a simple yukata of cream and gold, the obi that held it closed a deep, tooled copper that was bunched artfully in the back in a wide, square knot and trailed behind on the ground. His chestnut curls fell around his shoulders, loose and catching in the soft breeze that filtered through the room from the open windows and doors. His feet were bare and he wore none of his usual jewelry on his wrists and fingers. Nothing but the robe and it made him look strangely vulnerable. There was nothing to distract from his pale, flawless skin or the way his eyes shone huge and dark, picking up on the flickering lights of the torches in the garden and the candles burning in their fixtures on the walls. Daisuke could feel his heart skip several beats, disbelieving that he was going to touch this man, to give himself up to him because it seemed like if he were to let his fingers linger at the shadowed dip of the delicate collar bones or circle the slender wrists, the vision of the man would fade away into dust.
The Feudal Lord’s gaze never wavered as he walked calmly up to the edge of the bed where the blond was perched and then he stopped and waited, looking Daisuke over as if he would memorize what he saw. The blond himself was dressed simply as well in a pair of deep copper hakama pants that were tied to his hips by a creamy sash, the rich, golden light drizzling his bare torso and making it look like tempered bronze. His hair too was down and his only adornment was the golden band around his arm, hugging his bicep and gleaming softly. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what the older man saw in him when he could have had his pick from anyone; that he had given up thoughts of pursuing Sasuke for the blond was a little unbelievable, though a source of great relief. But as the deep green gaze flickered over his face and traced the curves of his bare skin, he felt something tighten in his chest, warmth spreading through his body like the rising of a tide.
The bedroom was big and mostly open to the outside air but inside the silence was heavy and thick. Any spoke words would cut through it like a serrated knife. The other man finally met his eyes again and he reached out one slender hand, brushing the tips of his fingers over the blonde’s full bottom lip. Daisuke caught his breath at the tiny touch, blue eyes flickering in uncertainty but Aoshi was smiling gently in such a way that he didn’t know if he could stand under the weight of it. Who knew someone such as him, who was so cool and so removed from everyone else could have such warmth lingering in his heart? Sasuke had been wrong; Aoshi had beauty hiding deep within him. The blond felt the other part of himself, the part that was curled up deep within his soul, broken hearted from so much betrayal, shudder in agony. Here he was, letting this man fall in love with him and all the whole time they were together, his heart belonged to someone else.
And then the touch altered, sliding over his shoulder to finger the golden band and Daisuke forgot that he was another person, lifting his chin so that he might regard the brunette with wide, questioning eyes.
“What is this?” Aoshi asked, deep voice sliding like velvet over his golden skin and the blond followed the emerald gaze, his own hand joining the noble’s in tracing some of the decorative swirls that decorated the loop of metal. There was a story he had created to do along with it, one that was such an important part of who Daisuke was that his face went soft with remembering, a small, fond smile curling at the corner of his lips.
“Oh, well…there was a man I met once, when I was younger, that I fell in love with,” he explained, deep black eyes staring back at him from his memory, “I stumbled across him after my teacher died and I was trying to find my way free of the mountains. He wasn’t rich or anything but he had been alone for a long time and I reminded him of his late wife. He had seen me in the snow and he brought be back to his house to recover from being exposed to the cold for so long. I ended up staying the rest of the winter and he was very kind to me. We never became lovers or anything like that because he felt it would dishonor his wife’s memory but when spring came and it was time for me to leave, he gave me this. It had been in his family for generations and is said to be a kind of good luck charm. He wanted to make sure I would never forget him, though I’m sure I could never do such a thing,” he looked up finally when Aoshi’s fingers slipped from the metal and caressed the skin beneath the band, sapphire gaze glazed with false memories. It was a trick he had learned to make his lies more believable and when the darkened green gaze met his, there was only understanding and longing in it.
“Have you loved anyone else after that?” yes, actually, I’ve been in love with my childhood friend for many long years he thought in a flash of self recognition but Daisuke felt Naruto’s ache and turned inwards momentarily to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and pushed the original personality back. There could only be one person engaged in this and Daisuke was willing to step forward, protecting the core of his heart with all the strength and determination that he possessed. And of course he couldn’t tell Aoshi about Sasuke. That was his and would never belong to anyone else. So he tipped his head to the side and smiled brightly, looking innocent and coy.
“No, just him,” Aoshi glanced down for a moment, thick eyelashes sweeping down to veil the deep color of his eyes and the blond thought that he looked like a different person when he did that. Not once during the time of their acquaintance did the older man once drop his gaze in front of anyone else. That he would for Daisuke, showing enough emotion to do such a thing spoke of the attachment he had to the blond and it stole his breath as well as made him feel like he wanted to cry.
“Just him,” the man repeated in a small voice before flicking his eyes up again, trapping Daisuke in the heat of the deep, swirling color. He could feel the heat radiating off the smaller man and his own body responded, desire stirring slowly in his gut like an awakening dragon, “Do you think, perhaps, you could give yourself to someone else? Or was he the only one you will ever love?” a crack formed in his mind, Naruto peering through Daisuke’s mind and his heart was emblazoned with everything that was Sasuke but again his made-up personality came to his rescue, pushing him gently back again, mending the rift so that he could keep the pieces of his shattered heart from leaking like a confession from his eyes.
“P-perhaps…one day…maybe soon…” Aoshi was close now, pressing his advantage over the sitting blond so that Daisuke had to shift his knees apart, letting the smaller man step between them. His own blue eyes were heavy-lidded and he parted his lips, gaze drifting down to the brunette’s full mouth, thinking about what it would taste like, how it would feel. A slender hand slid into his hair, curling around the back of his neck and a thumb pushed up on the soft underside of his chin, forcing him to look up. Aoshi’s desire was bright and dark, breath ghosting over the younger man’s lips and Daisuke unconsciously licked his suddenly dry lips, an action that was closely followed by steady green eyes.
“Perhaps soon,” and it sounded like a promise, ringing like a death knell in his ears but he had only a moment to ponder the breathy vulnerability in the deep voice before those lips were molded against his own in a soft, warm kiss. It took him by surprise, though he wasn’t sure why, causing him to drag in a deep breath and it must have stolen Aoshi’s because he got a heated look before he was being positively devoured. It was an assault and he barely had time to open his mouth before the older man was running his tongue over every last corner of it, ripping a low murmur from his throat. A slender hand buried itself in his hair, yanking his head back so the brunette had better access and it was all he could do to breathe through his nose and try not to wince when he felt his lips beginning to bruise. He hadn’t been sure what this man would be like; if he would be cool and icy like he was in front of other people or if he would let the coldness melt away in a burst of burning passion. It would seem there was fire within this noble, kept well hidden from the rest of the world, lying in wait to consume the blond.
Daisuke finally managed to regain his bearings, twisting just a little so that he might regain some control and the hand in his hair loosened, blunt fingernails making him shiver as they scraped lightly against his scalp. They broke apart for air but Aoshi was back a moment later, pressing a few quick open-mouthed kisses to the blonde’s lips and there was a moment where he let his eyes flicker open, hazy with the heat now surging through him. Just like that he was caught in the depths of the emerald gaze. There was so much lust, so much need that he nearly tore away because he thought he would be incinerated. It was terrifying and heady and he could feel himself responding, wanting to touch, to see what else the normally composed man would respond to. His full lips looked so sweet and red that Daisuke craned his neck so he could take the man in another kiss, this time managing to keep it slow.
And then Aoshi did something that surprised him.
He submitted. The blond had tilted his head, pushing his tongue against the brunette’s and the man sighed, wrapping his arms around Daisuke’s neck and shoulders before just letting him do what he wished, kissing back slowly and without hurry. It took a minute for him to process it and then he was nearly sent reeling. The real tell of someone’s personality, in bed at any rate, was in their kiss. For a moment he had been sure that Aoshi would want every ounce of control he could garner, considering the intensity of his kiss and the fact that he had control over everything else in his life. But as soon as he had realized that the blond wasn’t willing to remain passive the entire time, he had just…given in. Or, rather, given himself up, letting the bigger man take rather than doing the taking himself. It was shocking and more than a little unbelievable but as he tried to get closer to Daisuke even while he gently curled his tongue around the blonde’s while it plundered his mouth spoke of willingness to submit. Naruto knew the signs; he had been taught them. It just shocked him that it would be himself that would have to take control rather than the other way around.
Warm, cinnamon scented curls fell about their faces and he impulsively slid his hand into them, shivering at the silky warmth of them. A few tangled around his fingers and he wrapped and unwrapped them several times before realizing the older man’s breathing had sped up, hands clutching at the blonde’s broad shoulders. Huh, he thought to himself, so someone playing with his hair was something he responded very well to. It gave him all sorts of interesting ideas but he held off because the older man had pulled away, his eyes dark and hazy and his lips wet. Aoshi quirked a lopsided smile that was disturbingly endearing, especially when it trembled and fell away when the blond tugged gently at his hair. All the green in his eyes was blown out by the heat of desire and the sight of it made Daisuke’s breath catch.
“You’re very good at that,” Aoshi breathed, deep voice strangely rough as he trailed a hand over the curved muscles of the bigger man’s chest, “This is not your first time, then?” there was a hopeful tilt to the question that he didn’t quite understand but there was no use denying it. So he offered his own smile, containing more shadows than the brunette’s had, an expression that was traced with one neatly tapered fingertip.
“It’s not, no,” he answered, sliding his hands down the other man’s silk-clad back and earning himself a small, satisfied sigh. For some reason he was sure Aoshi would have been jealous to know that he wouldn’t be Daisuke’s first but that didn’t seem to be the case. He wasn’t sure what that could mean because most of the time the older man was rather possessive of the blond, especially since he had given him the guitar as the courting gift. However, now his pretty face showed nothing but desire and anticipation. Daisuke almost asked if it bothered the brunette but warm lips descended upon his own again and in the next moment he forgot there was even a question he wanted to ask. It was hard to think when his tongue was tangled around Aoshi’s and when the man’s fingers were tracing the muscles of the bigger man’s back. They weren’t hesitant touches but they weren’t demanding either, eager to find a certain destination. They just wandered, slipping over his ribs and dipping low, into the curve of his lower back. It felt surprisingly good and he found himself tugging at the intricate and confusing knot in the sash that held the older man’s robe closed, wanting more.
“How the heck do you undo this thing?” he finally growled, breaking away from those talented lips and the older man drew back, chuckling softly. His green eyes were huge and warm as they gazed down at the blond and he pushed the unruly hair back from Daisuke’s eyes. The gesture was achingly tender and the blond had to look away from the strange emotion it inspired. The next moment Aoshi was stepping back from the V of the younger man’s legs, turning around so Daisuke could see what he was doing.
“It’s simple once you get the hang of it,” the man explained, beginning to undo the large, square knot. The blond thought the deep copper fabric looked dark against the brunette’s pale skin and then he shook his head, telling himself to pay attention so the older man wouldn’t have to show him this again. He felt a twinge at the thought of having to do this more than once before he was able to shut down that part of himself again. This was the course of action that he had chosen. As he watched the silky fabric finally unravel and the pale robe open so that it was sliding down the slender shoulders, his gaze reluctantly hungry, he knew that it was much too late to go back. It had been the first moment he had stepped into this country with the intention of finding out its secrets.
Then Aoshi let the robe slide to the floor with a soft hiss and Daisuke couldn’t breathe. He knew the older man wasn’t a big person, his frame slender and of average height but like this, he was more beautiful than the blond could ever have imagined. His skin was very pale, like moonlight spilling upon white sands and the long hair reached the tantalizing curve of his buttocks in long, round curls, the rich color looking like spilled whisky on pure white satin. He was surprisingly muscular, though, rippling under his skin as he moved and Daisuke admired the graceful line it leant his body. His back was strong and his arms well toned but it was his legs that the blond found himself having trouble looking away from. They looked lean and swift, connected artfully to the round, twin globes. The desire to slide his hands between them, fingers gilding against the sinfully soft skin burned low in his gut and made his mouth go dry. He had to take a few deep breaths, clenching his hands tightly and by the time he had himself under control again, the older man had met his gaze over one creamy shoulder. Daisuke was sure he saw a fleeting grin before the man turned, arms hanging easily at his side and regarding the blond was a blank look that he couldn’t interpret.
Not that he really needed to. He had been aware in the back of his mind that he had been more than a little turned on by the breathless kisses and then even more so admiring the brunette as he undressed but now it surged to the forefront of him mind like the roar of a tidal wave. In that moment, nothing else existed but the sight of Aoshi. He really was more muscular than the blond had thought but that was hardly what drew his gaze. The man was easy with his bare state and Daisuke’s gaze followed the line of his navel down to the trail of dark hair to his flushed, fully erect cock. It was lovely, slender like the rest of him but long and the blond thought that it would feel divine sliding into him. He must have been staring, stunned, longer than he had thought because the older man shifted his weight and looked slightly uneasy.
“Is this alright?” for someone who had such command in every other aspect of his life, the brunette sounded oddly unsure, his gaze flickering over Daisuke’s face as if searching for approval even as he tried to keep his voice level and cool. He had to blink for a moment before he drew in a long, shuddering breath, unaware before then that he had stopped breathing. Aoshi was such a commanding person, one who wore the cloak of power that he had been born into with ease and he was looking for the blonde’s approval; it sent a bold of burning desire though him and he would hate to give back any less. So in a swift, graceful movement that he didn’t even think about, he was on his knees before the older man, sliding his hands up his claves and then his thighs in a gesture of reverence.
“Oh, gods, yes,” he breathed, pressing his lips against one jutting hipbone and he heard a soft sigh in response, slim hands coming up to bury themselves in his hair. The grip was gentle but accepting and he turned his head so he could close his lips around a patch of skin at the junction where one thigh met hips. It tasted a little salty and he could smell the man’s deep, personal scent, making him dizzy with lust. Slowly, he licked and sucked at the soft skin, getting ever closer to the brunette’s erection as he teased his fingers at the back of his thighs, sliding them in between and nearly groaning at the heat he found there. The hands in his hair tightened slightly but didn’t try to guide him as if Aoshi was content with whatever the blond wanted to do.
When he reached the thick, coarse curls at the base of the lovely prick that was already wet and gleaming in the soft lighting, he glanced up to see Aoshi’s face. He was watching the younger man at his feet, eyes completely black and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Like this, without his chin tilted with quiet confidence and his cheeks flushed a light, dusky pink Daisuke wanted him with an intensity that nearly hurt. Without a second thought, he ducked his head and sucked hard at the base of the older man’s erection.
Aoshi’s reaction was a sharp, bitten off cry and the slender fingers twisted momentarily in the younger man’s unruly hair but Daisuke only winced as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the underside, following the vein all the way to the soft head, the taste deep and wonderfully bitter. Then he went back down, sucking this time and he felt the other man shiver when he gently scraped his teeth against the silky skin. As he did this, he coaxed the strong, slender thighs apart, delighting in the small noise Aoshi made in the back of his throat was he widened his stance. It was power, raw and primal and it still shocked him that he had been handed the reins. He’d been taught how to wield that power with skill and he knew that this first time was crucial. If he failed to satisfy this man in anything, he could just as easily turn his attentions elsewhere, like to Sasuke and then Naruto would learn nothing of use. He just hated how easy it was, to take the tip of the man’s beautiful cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the slit while his fingers rolled against the insides of his legs and teased the soft flesh of his testicles.
And the brunette’s voice, when he finally let it go, was gorgeous. He wasn’t loud but the sounds that he did make went right to the blonde’s cock which was already hard and pressing a growing wet spot against his pants. Yet as needy as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Even as he opened his mouth wider and took the man deeper, even as the salty liquid thickened as it leaked down his throat he didn’t want to stop. He braced the slender hips as they sought to buck forward and he ignored the pain in his scalp where the man had buried his hands, concentrating on taking as much of Aoshi down his throat as he possibly could while listening to his breathing deepen and his moans become sharp. Just as he cupped his one hand under the man’s rapidly tightening testicles and pressed his fingers into the skin right behind them, taking the erection deeper still, the older man let out a cry that shattered the night and the hands were suddenly yanking hard on his hair.
“N-no! No, not y-yet…please…” the broken plea broke him out of his hazy thoughts and he reluctantly pulled away, licking his lips to capture as much of the taste as he could. Aoshi was shaking and panting, his eyes shut tightly as he fought for control. It had been a close thing and he had the sudden impulse to finish the man off anyway, despite his protest but he restrained himself, leaning back on his heels. He kept his arms wrapped around the smaller man’s thighs, though, as if he needed an anchor against his own desire that was pulsing through his veins like lava. Finally Aoshi opened his eyes and the blond watched as he swallowed and licked his lips before he spoke again, “Not like this. The bed, please,” and he slid one hand from the blonde’s hair to cup his jaw. It was a gesture so similar to the one Sasuke had used, he nearly broke.
But instead of falling apart like he wished he could, he gathered Daisuke around himself even more securely than before and stood, once again dizzy, thankful when the slender hand fell away and curled around the back of his neck instead. Aoshi’s curls had begun to stick to his skin and they tickled the blonde’s nose when they crushed their lips together again. He didn’t care. He just gathered the man in his arms and turned before tossing him onto the bed with grin. It was nice to see the cold frigidity melted away so that the brunette just blinked at him in surprise before filling the room with his low, throaty laughter. The blonde admired him sprawled out amid the pillows and sheets, body glistening and beautiful in the golden light before he stalked closer, holding the dark gaze with his own. He worked the knot holding his hakama up swiftly so that they could fall to the floor with a whisper of sound and he stepped out of them without a break in his stride.
Aoshi’s eyes went a little wide as he took Daisuke in completely, lips parted and his chest rising and falling rapidly. Blatant appreciation filled his expression, deepening the flush that darkened his features and the blond stopped at the edge of the bed, letting the man look for a moment. Only when the burning gaze met his own again, pitch black with hunger, beckoning him to join the noble on the bed did he move. It was unnerving to be under such blatant scrutiny of such a man but he felt nothing but rushing, searing lust as he crawled onto the mattress, positioning himself over the older man so he could stare down into those gleaming eyes.
Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss that built and built like a storm until he was positively shaking from the intensity of it. Heat coiled in the pit of his stomach, radiating through him until he couldn’t breathe, all of the oxygen stolen from his lungs. Desire crested through that single kiss until they were practically rocking with it, voices blending together and filling the room. He had to finally rip himself away and rest his forehead against a pale shoulder or he thought he would black out.
“You’re beautiful…” the words were whispered in his ear, rough and starkly truthful, “So beautiful…Daisuke…” and just like that he felt as if he had been doused in icy water. It took all of his will power not to jerk away and tear out of their like death was on his heels. That was when he realized that this whole time, he had not been seeing Aoshi. Yes, he was a little too short and his hair was much too long but when he was like this, his eyes were nearly the right shade of black and his pale skin was perfectly pale, like shining pearls. This whole time, even though he was still immersed in Daisuke’s personality, he had been thinking of the noble as Sasuke.
But this was not Sasuke and his passion would only ever belong to one man.
“Daisuke?” the man breathed against his damp hair and he swallowed hard, forcefully pulling himself back together before he lifted his head with a soft, crooked smile. The brunette was still gorgeous like this, spread out for him and hard but he wasn’t the one the blond really wanted and he realized he could never be a replacement.
“Yeah,” he answered, voice still rougher than normal and he thanked all the deities behind the stars that he was still hard because that would have been impossible to explain. So he nipped at the older man’s jaw line, shivering at the feel of warm arms curling around his shoulders, “Sorry. Too intense,” and he shut his eyes when the chuckle came out all wrong, forcing out a little laugh of his own.
They slowed down after that, the blond kissing and sucking on every place on the older man’s body that he could find, while paying special attention to the spots that would make fingers dig into his skin and the man gasp and tremble beneath him. He had found that the round, pink nipples were amazingly sensitive, producing the most wonderful gasping moans as he worried at them with his teeth and tongue. Fascinated, he spent more time there than he had planned, groaning when the man arched prettily, tossing his head back against the soft silk pillows.
“No…Stop!” he jerked back in surprise at the sharp tone, blinking when the older man threw one arm over his eyes, mouth open as he gasped for breath. His erection had dripped a gleaming puddle against his abdomen and Daisuke realized he had nearly come. The very thought of being able to bring the man off just by sucking at his nipples was unbearably hot and he felt his own cock twitch. The brunette peered at him after a long moment before huffing out a breath and offering a tiny grin, “Sorry…I don’t want it to be over yet,” The blond sat back on his heels where he straddled the other man’s thighs and tipped his head to the side before reaching up and removing Aoshi’s arm from his eyes.
“These are lovely,” he said as a response, resting the slender hand against his shoulder and turning his head to press slow kisses against the man’s bicep. The brunette snorted but he was smiling when the blond looked at him, “and this,” and he kissed his forearm down to his slim wrist, teasing the inside of it with leisurely sucks, “and here,” and he lifted the man’s palm to his face, licking in between each finger while holding the wide gaze. Aoshi was no longer smiling and his breath kept catching, drinking in each of Daisuke’s actions. Then the blond noticed something against his tongue, a patch of skin that was rougher than the rest and he pulled it back with a little mew of surprise, “What’s this? A callous?” the man drew in a sharp breath and he gently took his hand back, looking at it as if he could see each individual kiss that had been pressed there.
“Can you keep a secret?” Aoshi finally asked, eyes still dark and the blond felt his heart skip a beat. Was it really that easy? “No one is supposed to know but that sword I carry is not just for show,” he let his eyebrows climb up his forehead in surprise while masking his disappointment. He hadn’t really expected the man to say anything about his plans, no matter how he seemed to be falling for his blond singer but he couldn’t help the flash of frustration. Still, he didn’t let it show and he stretched out over the man, nudging the pale legs apart so he could settle more comfortably.
“Really?” he asked with a hitch of interest in his voice, “Secret sword lessons? How thrilling,” it was said with a tiny giggle but it was broken by a low moan as the brunette jerked his hips up, creating a flash of pleasure to fizz through the blonde’s groin. Aoshi sucked in a slow breath, feathering his fingers over Daisuke’s shoulders and neck before visibly gathering his thoughts so he could speak coherently.
“Yes, something like that. I was taught by a master as every one of my predecessors had been. It is the only way the sword can be passed on and it does no good if we can’t use it. It is the sword of our house and I practice with it every day,” the information wasn’t surprising but it made the blond wonder what other things the man could do. Their eyes met and he gave the brunette a slow smile before rocking his hips, pleasure shooting through him again but he kept his wits about him so he could speak.
“So that’s where you go every morning,” he chuckled as he moved again, making the older man shudder and moan, “I would love to be able to watch, if that’s okay,” and he rocked again and again, making them both gasp while slender fingers scrabbled at his shoulder.
“Ahh…yes…yes I’d like…mmmm…that,” it felt really good, simply moving like this, their erections grinding against each other as Aoshi begin to rock with him and he bit down on his bottom lip to try and stop himself from drifting away with the pleasure. He kissed the line of the slender neck when the older man tipped his head back, curls brushing against his lips. But it had changed since he had been forced to realize who he was really with and that the name he would be hearing spoken was not his own. No longer was the passion burning like an out of control fire within him, taking away his reason and his very self. He was still incredibly turned on, especially when he rolled a hard nipple under his fingers and Aoshi arched under him again, pressing their chests together but he wouldn’t lose himself again. After all, none of this was real.
“Thank you,” his voice sounded like he had swallowed thick honey when he spoke, barely recognizable as he own and he realized he couldn’t hold back much longer. As much as his understanding of the situation kept him anchored securely in the present, he was still reaching the edge of his control and with the way the brunette was moaning and leaking between their abdomens, he was more than ready, “Do you have anything to make this easier?” Aoshi flung one hand at the small table beside the bed where a small, metal basin sat.
“Oil. There…” then he met the blonde’s eyes as Daisuke lifted himself up, letting his legs fall open to show the blond everything. Fuck, he was gorgeous and the action dried the bigger man’s mouth entirely, eyes fixed on the hard cock, needy and wet against the pale abdomen and the little, dusky pucker under the curve of his testicles, “Hurry…” it was all he could do to rip his eyes away from the sight and scramble over the bed to reach the basin, dipping his fingers into warm, smooth oil. It barely registered that this entire thing had been planned before he was once again kneeling between the brunette’s legs.
With a trembling hand, he circled the man’s entrance, watching the pretty features as he did but a hand on his arm urged him on. So he bit back his hesitations and pressed the first digit in, eyes nearly rolling back as it was greedily swallowed by tight, blinding heat. Aoshi groaned at the intrusion and pressed back into him, eyes so wide and dark Daisuke could see himself reflected in them. He swirled it around before crooking it gently, finding the small nub that made the man shake and toss his head back, teeth once more capturing his bottom lip as if he was suppressing a cry.
“More…more…yes,” the last word was a hiss for the blond had slipped in another finger next to the first and he worked them slowly, nearly transfixed by the sight of them pumping in and out of the older man’s body. He stretched and worked the oil in and Aoshi rocked with him, making low, hungry noises that stoked the blonde’s lust until it was an inferno in his gut. By now he was so hard he wouldn’t even need to slick himself with oil, pre-cum dripping to the blanks and his thighs. When he could finally take it no more, he slipped his fingers free and shifted so he was braced over the older man, heart slamming against the back of his throat and want eating at his intestines.
“I need to be in you,” he said before he kissed the older man forcefully, shivering when he felt those slender legs wrapping around his waist and drawing him close. There was no green left in Aoshi eyes when he answered.
“Yes…now,” and Daisuke had to close his eyes because even was he slid smoothly into the older man’s burning heat, his very skin feeling like it was on fire, there was a lump of ice where his heart used to be…
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next part
The night air was passing cool against his skin as he watched with half-lidded eyes the other man stepping into the room.
Despite the two personalities warring and struggling with each other so close under the surface of his emotions, he couldn’t deny the heat as their eyes met. He had known as soon as he has seen the look in the brunette’s gaze earlier that evening that this was inevitable. There was no way he could back down now even when he couldn’t separate Naruto’s heartache from Daisuke’s nervous desire. This was what he had been preparing himself for weeks ago but now that the time had come, he wanted to run. And yet…some sort of fascinated longing held him in place at the same time. Somehow, this had turned from a simple mission to something much more complicated. He was drowning, unable to see the surface any longer but he knew that he would shiver and sigh when Aoshi finished crossing the room and touched him.
It was close to two weeks after he had accepted the Feudal Lord’s courtship gift and tonight he had given his own gift back, as was the custom for him to formally complete the process. Coming up with something suitable had taken him a little while since Aoshi had all the material possessions he could want and Daisuke was in no position to afford something ridiculously expensive and beautiful. His own gift, he had found out, had costed a small fortune since there were so few people in their corner of the world who even knew what a guitar was, let alone how to make one. Luckily, there had been a man from the Land of Waves who made the foreign instruments as a hobby and had been willing to construct one for the Feudal Lord if he was provided with the materials. All in all, it had been a princely gift, one Daisuke had been unsure how to match.
And then he had realized there were things that he could do that would require he spend no money at all. That was how he came to the idea of writing a song for Aoshi. He needed a tremendous amount of help from Sumei to come up with the actual melody and then from Omezu for the lyrics. They had been more than willing to help him out, though Naruto was forced to bluster his way through because he knew absolutely nothing about writing music but it was something Daisuke should know at least a little of. Now, as he sat on the edge of the Feudal Lord’s bed, he wasn’t sure if he should be surprised with the results and he supposed it was a good thing they had dined alone that night, considering how he was currently being devoured by twin pools of molten emerald desire.
The blond swallowed hard and forced himself not to lean away from the source of such searing lust as he watched the older man step towards him. He couldn’t even bring himself to look away, finding himself transfixed by the brunette; after all, he would have to be dead if he didn’t see the man’s beauty.
Aoshi wore a simple yukata of cream and gold, the obi that held it closed a deep, tooled copper that was bunched artfully in the back in a wide, square knot and trailed behind on the ground. His chestnut curls fell around his shoulders, loose and catching in the soft breeze that filtered through the room from the open windows and doors. His feet were bare and he wore none of his usual jewelry on his wrists and fingers. Nothing but the robe and it made him look strangely vulnerable. There was nothing to distract from his pale, flawless skin or the way his eyes shone huge and dark, picking up on the flickering lights of the torches in the garden and the candles burning in their fixtures on the walls. Daisuke could feel his heart skip several beats, disbelieving that he was going to touch this man, to give himself up to him because it seemed like if he were to let his fingers linger at the shadowed dip of the delicate collar bones or circle the slender wrists, the vision of the man would fade away into dust.
The Feudal Lord’s gaze never wavered as he walked calmly up to the edge of the bed where the blond was perched and then he stopped and waited, looking Daisuke over as if he would memorize what he saw. The blond himself was dressed simply as well in a pair of deep copper hakama pants that were tied to his hips by a creamy sash, the rich, golden light drizzling his bare torso and making it look like tempered bronze. His hair too was down and his only adornment was the golden band around his arm, hugging his bicep and gleaming softly. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what the older man saw in him when he could have had his pick from anyone; that he had given up thoughts of pursuing Sasuke for the blond was a little unbelievable, though a source of great relief. But as the deep green gaze flickered over his face and traced the curves of his bare skin, he felt something tighten in his chest, warmth spreading through his body like the rising of a tide.
The bedroom was big and mostly open to the outside air but inside the silence was heavy and thick. Any spoke words would cut through it like a serrated knife. The other man finally met his eyes again and he reached out one slender hand, brushing the tips of his fingers over the blonde’s full bottom lip. Daisuke caught his breath at the tiny touch, blue eyes flickering in uncertainty but Aoshi was smiling gently in such a way that he didn’t know if he could stand under the weight of it. Who knew someone such as him, who was so cool and so removed from everyone else could have such warmth lingering in his heart? Sasuke had been wrong; Aoshi had beauty hiding deep within him. The blond felt the other part of himself, the part that was curled up deep within his soul, broken hearted from so much betrayal, shudder in agony. Here he was, letting this man fall in love with him and all the whole time they were together, his heart belonged to someone else.
And then the touch altered, sliding over his shoulder to finger the golden band and Daisuke forgot that he was another person, lifting his chin so that he might regard the brunette with wide, questioning eyes.
“What is this?” Aoshi asked, deep voice sliding like velvet over his golden skin and the blond followed the emerald gaze, his own hand joining the noble’s in tracing some of the decorative swirls that decorated the loop of metal. There was a story he had created to do along with it, one that was such an important part of who Daisuke was that his face went soft with remembering, a small, fond smile curling at the corner of his lips.
“Oh, well…there was a man I met once, when I was younger, that I fell in love with,” he explained, deep black eyes staring back at him from his memory, “I stumbled across him after my teacher died and I was trying to find my way free of the mountains. He wasn’t rich or anything but he had been alone for a long time and I reminded him of his late wife. He had seen me in the snow and he brought be back to his house to recover from being exposed to the cold for so long. I ended up staying the rest of the winter and he was very kind to me. We never became lovers or anything like that because he felt it would dishonor his wife’s memory but when spring came and it was time for me to leave, he gave me this. It had been in his family for generations and is said to be a kind of good luck charm. He wanted to make sure I would never forget him, though I’m sure I could never do such a thing,” he looked up finally when Aoshi’s fingers slipped from the metal and caressed the skin beneath the band, sapphire gaze glazed with false memories. It was a trick he had learned to make his lies more believable and when the darkened green gaze met his, there was only understanding and longing in it.
“Have you loved anyone else after that?” yes, actually, I’ve been in love with my childhood friend for many long years he thought in a flash of self recognition but Daisuke felt Naruto’s ache and turned inwards momentarily to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and pushed the original personality back. There could only be one person engaged in this and Daisuke was willing to step forward, protecting the core of his heart with all the strength and determination that he possessed. And of course he couldn’t tell Aoshi about Sasuke. That was his and would never belong to anyone else. So he tipped his head to the side and smiled brightly, looking innocent and coy.
“No, just him,” Aoshi glanced down for a moment, thick eyelashes sweeping down to veil the deep color of his eyes and the blond thought that he looked like a different person when he did that. Not once during the time of their acquaintance did the older man once drop his gaze in front of anyone else. That he would for Daisuke, showing enough emotion to do such a thing spoke of the attachment he had to the blond and it stole his breath as well as made him feel like he wanted to cry.
“Just him,” the man repeated in a small voice before flicking his eyes up again, trapping Daisuke in the heat of the deep, swirling color. He could feel the heat radiating off the smaller man and his own body responded, desire stirring slowly in his gut like an awakening dragon, “Do you think, perhaps, you could give yourself to someone else? Or was he the only one you will ever love?” a crack formed in his mind, Naruto peering through Daisuke’s mind and his heart was emblazoned with everything that was Sasuke but again his made-up personality came to his rescue, pushing him gently back again, mending the rift so that he could keep the pieces of his shattered heart from leaking like a confession from his eyes.
“P-perhaps…one day…maybe soon…” Aoshi was close now, pressing his advantage over the sitting blond so that Daisuke had to shift his knees apart, letting the smaller man step between them. His own blue eyes were heavy-lidded and he parted his lips, gaze drifting down to the brunette’s full mouth, thinking about what it would taste like, how it would feel. A slender hand slid into his hair, curling around the back of his neck and a thumb pushed up on the soft underside of his chin, forcing him to look up. Aoshi’s desire was bright and dark, breath ghosting over the younger man’s lips and Daisuke unconsciously licked his suddenly dry lips, an action that was closely followed by steady green eyes.
“Perhaps soon,” and it sounded like a promise, ringing like a death knell in his ears but he had only a moment to ponder the breathy vulnerability in the deep voice before those lips were molded against his own in a soft, warm kiss. It took him by surprise, though he wasn’t sure why, causing him to drag in a deep breath and it must have stolen Aoshi’s because he got a heated look before he was being positively devoured. It was an assault and he barely had time to open his mouth before the older man was running his tongue over every last corner of it, ripping a low murmur from his throat. A slender hand buried itself in his hair, yanking his head back so the brunette had better access and it was all he could do to breathe through his nose and try not to wince when he felt his lips beginning to bruise. He hadn’t been sure what this man would be like; if he would be cool and icy like he was in front of other people or if he would let the coldness melt away in a burst of burning passion. It would seem there was fire within this noble, kept well hidden from the rest of the world, lying in wait to consume the blond.
Daisuke finally managed to regain his bearings, twisting just a little so that he might regain some control and the hand in his hair loosened, blunt fingernails making him shiver as they scraped lightly against his scalp. They broke apart for air but Aoshi was back a moment later, pressing a few quick open-mouthed kisses to the blonde’s lips and there was a moment where he let his eyes flicker open, hazy with the heat now surging through him. Just like that he was caught in the depths of the emerald gaze. There was so much lust, so much need that he nearly tore away because he thought he would be incinerated. It was terrifying and heady and he could feel himself responding, wanting to touch, to see what else the normally composed man would respond to. His full lips looked so sweet and red that Daisuke craned his neck so he could take the man in another kiss, this time managing to keep it slow.
And then Aoshi did something that surprised him.
He submitted. The blond had tilted his head, pushing his tongue against the brunette’s and the man sighed, wrapping his arms around Daisuke’s neck and shoulders before just letting him do what he wished, kissing back slowly and without hurry. It took a minute for him to process it and then he was nearly sent reeling. The real tell of someone’s personality, in bed at any rate, was in their kiss. For a moment he had been sure that Aoshi would want every ounce of control he could garner, considering the intensity of his kiss and the fact that he had control over everything else in his life. But as soon as he had realized that the blond wasn’t willing to remain passive the entire time, he had just…given in. Or, rather, given himself up, letting the bigger man take rather than doing the taking himself. It was shocking and more than a little unbelievable but as he tried to get closer to Daisuke even while he gently curled his tongue around the blonde’s while it plundered his mouth spoke of willingness to submit. Naruto knew the signs; he had been taught them. It just shocked him that it would be himself that would have to take control rather than the other way around.
Warm, cinnamon scented curls fell about their faces and he impulsively slid his hand into them, shivering at the silky warmth of them. A few tangled around his fingers and he wrapped and unwrapped them several times before realizing the older man’s breathing had sped up, hands clutching at the blonde’s broad shoulders. Huh, he thought to himself, so someone playing with his hair was something he responded very well to. It gave him all sorts of interesting ideas but he held off because the older man had pulled away, his eyes dark and hazy and his lips wet. Aoshi quirked a lopsided smile that was disturbingly endearing, especially when it trembled and fell away when the blond tugged gently at his hair. All the green in his eyes was blown out by the heat of desire and the sight of it made Daisuke’s breath catch.
“You’re very good at that,” Aoshi breathed, deep voice strangely rough as he trailed a hand over the curved muscles of the bigger man’s chest, “This is not your first time, then?” there was a hopeful tilt to the question that he didn’t quite understand but there was no use denying it. So he offered his own smile, containing more shadows than the brunette’s had, an expression that was traced with one neatly tapered fingertip.
“It’s not, no,” he answered, sliding his hands down the other man’s silk-clad back and earning himself a small, satisfied sigh. For some reason he was sure Aoshi would have been jealous to know that he wouldn’t be Daisuke’s first but that didn’t seem to be the case. He wasn’t sure what that could mean because most of the time the older man was rather possessive of the blond, especially since he had given him the guitar as the courting gift. However, now his pretty face showed nothing but desire and anticipation. Daisuke almost asked if it bothered the brunette but warm lips descended upon his own again and in the next moment he forgot there was even a question he wanted to ask. It was hard to think when his tongue was tangled around Aoshi’s and when the man’s fingers were tracing the muscles of the bigger man’s back. They weren’t hesitant touches but they weren’t demanding either, eager to find a certain destination. They just wandered, slipping over his ribs and dipping low, into the curve of his lower back. It felt surprisingly good and he found himself tugging at the intricate and confusing knot in the sash that held the older man’s robe closed, wanting more.
“How the heck do you undo this thing?” he finally growled, breaking away from those talented lips and the older man drew back, chuckling softly. His green eyes were huge and warm as they gazed down at the blond and he pushed the unruly hair back from Daisuke’s eyes. The gesture was achingly tender and the blond had to look away from the strange emotion it inspired. The next moment Aoshi was stepping back from the V of the younger man’s legs, turning around so Daisuke could see what he was doing.
“It’s simple once you get the hang of it,” the man explained, beginning to undo the large, square knot. The blond thought the deep copper fabric looked dark against the brunette’s pale skin and then he shook his head, telling himself to pay attention so the older man wouldn’t have to show him this again. He felt a twinge at the thought of having to do this more than once before he was able to shut down that part of himself again. This was the course of action that he had chosen. As he watched the silky fabric finally unravel and the pale robe open so that it was sliding down the slender shoulders, his gaze reluctantly hungry, he knew that it was much too late to go back. It had been the first moment he had stepped into this country with the intention of finding out its secrets.
Then Aoshi let the robe slide to the floor with a soft hiss and Daisuke couldn’t breathe. He knew the older man wasn’t a big person, his frame slender and of average height but like this, he was more beautiful than the blond could ever have imagined. His skin was very pale, like moonlight spilling upon white sands and the long hair reached the tantalizing curve of his buttocks in long, round curls, the rich color looking like spilled whisky on pure white satin. He was surprisingly muscular, though, rippling under his skin as he moved and Daisuke admired the graceful line it leant his body. His back was strong and his arms well toned but it was his legs that the blond found himself having trouble looking away from. They looked lean and swift, connected artfully to the round, twin globes. The desire to slide his hands between them, fingers gilding against the sinfully soft skin burned low in his gut and made his mouth go dry. He had to take a few deep breaths, clenching his hands tightly and by the time he had himself under control again, the older man had met his gaze over one creamy shoulder. Daisuke was sure he saw a fleeting grin before the man turned, arms hanging easily at his side and regarding the blond was a blank look that he couldn’t interpret.
Not that he really needed to. He had been aware in the back of his mind that he had been more than a little turned on by the breathless kisses and then even more so admiring the brunette as he undressed but now it surged to the forefront of him mind like the roar of a tidal wave. In that moment, nothing else existed but the sight of Aoshi. He really was more muscular than the blond had thought but that was hardly what drew his gaze. The man was easy with his bare state and Daisuke’s gaze followed the line of his navel down to the trail of dark hair to his flushed, fully erect cock. It was lovely, slender like the rest of him but long and the blond thought that it would feel divine sliding into him. He must have been staring, stunned, longer than he had thought because the older man shifted his weight and looked slightly uneasy.
“Is this alright?” for someone who had such command in every other aspect of his life, the brunette sounded oddly unsure, his gaze flickering over Daisuke’s face as if searching for approval even as he tried to keep his voice level and cool. He had to blink for a moment before he drew in a long, shuddering breath, unaware before then that he had stopped breathing. Aoshi was such a commanding person, one who wore the cloak of power that he had been born into with ease and he was looking for the blonde’s approval; it sent a bold of burning desire though him and he would hate to give back any less. So in a swift, graceful movement that he didn’t even think about, he was on his knees before the older man, sliding his hands up his claves and then his thighs in a gesture of reverence.
“Oh, gods, yes,” he breathed, pressing his lips against one jutting hipbone and he heard a soft sigh in response, slim hands coming up to bury themselves in his hair. The grip was gentle but accepting and he turned his head so he could close his lips around a patch of skin at the junction where one thigh met hips. It tasted a little salty and he could smell the man’s deep, personal scent, making him dizzy with lust. Slowly, he licked and sucked at the soft skin, getting ever closer to the brunette’s erection as he teased his fingers at the back of his thighs, sliding them in between and nearly groaning at the heat he found there. The hands in his hair tightened slightly but didn’t try to guide him as if Aoshi was content with whatever the blond wanted to do.
When he reached the thick, coarse curls at the base of the lovely prick that was already wet and gleaming in the soft lighting, he glanced up to see Aoshi’s face. He was watching the younger man at his feet, eyes completely black and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Like this, without his chin tilted with quiet confidence and his cheeks flushed a light, dusky pink Daisuke wanted him with an intensity that nearly hurt. Without a second thought, he ducked his head and sucked hard at the base of the older man’s erection.
Aoshi’s reaction was a sharp, bitten off cry and the slender fingers twisted momentarily in the younger man’s unruly hair but Daisuke only winced as he dragged the flat of his tongue along the underside, following the vein all the way to the soft head, the taste deep and wonderfully bitter. Then he went back down, sucking this time and he felt the other man shiver when he gently scraped his teeth against the silky skin. As he did this, he coaxed the strong, slender thighs apart, delighting in the small noise Aoshi made in the back of his throat was he widened his stance. It was power, raw and primal and it still shocked him that he had been handed the reins. He’d been taught how to wield that power with skill and he knew that this first time was crucial. If he failed to satisfy this man in anything, he could just as easily turn his attentions elsewhere, like to Sasuke and then Naruto would learn nothing of use. He just hated how easy it was, to take the tip of the man’s beautiful cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the slit while his fingers rolled against the insides of his legs and teased the soft flesh of his testicles.
And the brunette’s voice, when he finally let it go, was gorgeous. He wasn’t loud but the sounds that he did make went right to the blonde’s cock which was already hard and pressing a growing wet spot against his pants. Yet as needy as he was, he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Even as he opened his mouth wider and took the man deeper, even as the salty liquid thickened as it leaked down his throat he didn’t want to stop. He braced the slender hips as they sought to buck forward and he ignored the pain in his scalp where the man had buried his hands, concentrating on taking as much of Aoshi down his throat as he possibly could while listening to his breathing deepen and his moans become sharp. Just as he cupped his one hand under the man’s rapidly tightening testicles and pressed his fingers into the skin right behind them, taking the erection deeper still, the older man let out a cry that shattered the night and the hands were suddenly yanking hard on his hair.
“N-no! No, not y-yet…please…” the broken plea broke him out of his hazy thoughts and he reluctantly pulled away, licking his lips to capture as much of the taste as he could. Aoshi was shaking and panting, his eyes shut tightly as he fought for control. It had been a close thing and he had the sudden impulse to finish the man off anyway, despite his protest but he restrained himself, leaning back on his heels. He kept his arms wrapped around the smaller man’s thighs, though, as if he needed an anchor against his own desire that was pulsing through his veins like lava. Finally Aoshi opened his eyes and the blond watched as he swallowed and licked his lips before he spoke again, “Not like this. The bed, please,” and he slid one hand from the blonde’s hair to cup his jaw. It was a gesture so similar to the one Sasuke had used, he nearly broke.
But instead of falling apart like he wished he could, he gathered Daisuke around himself even more securely than before and stood, once again dizzy, thankful when the slender hand fell away and curled around the back of his neck instead. Aoshi’s curls had begun to stick to his skin and they tickled the blonde’s nose when they crushed their lips together again. He didn’t care. He just gathered the man in his arms and turned before tossing him onto the bed with grin. It was nice to see the cold frigidity melted away so that the brunette just blinked at him in surprise before filling the room with his low, throaty laughter. The blonde admired him sprawled out amid the pillows and sheets, body glistening and beautiful in the golden light before he stalked closer, holding the dark gaze with his own. He worked the knot holding his hakama up swiftly so that they could fall to the floor with a whisper of sound and he stepped out of them without a break in his stride.
Aoshi’s eyes went a little wide as he took Daisuke in completely, lips parted and his chest rising and falling rapidly. Blatant appreciation filled his expression, deepening the flush that darkened his features and the blond stopped at the edge of the bed, letting the man look for a moment. Only when the burning gaze met his own again, pitch black with hunger, beckoning him to join the noble on the bed did he move. It was unnerving to be under such blatant scrutiny of such a man but he felt nothing but rushing, searing lust as he crawled onto the mattress, positioning himself over the older man so he could stare down into those gleaming eyes.
Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss that built and built like a storm until he was positively shaking from the intensity of it. Heat coiled in the pit of his stomach, radiating through him until he couldn’t breathe, all of the oxygen stolen from his lungs. Desire crested through that single kiss until they were practically rocking with it, voices blending together and filling the room. He had to finally rip himself away and rest his forehead against a pale shoulder or he thought he would black out.
“You’re beautiful…” the words were whispered in his ear, rough and starkly truthful, “So beautiful…Daisuke…” and just like that he felt as if he had been doused in icy water. It took all of his will power not to jerk away and tear out of their like death was on his heels. That was when he realized that this whole time, he had not been seeing Aoshi. Yes, he was a little too short and his hair was much too long but when he was like this, his eyes were nearly the right shade of black and his pale skin was perfectly pale, like shining pearls. This whole time, even though he was still immersed in Daisuke’s personality, he had been thinking of the noble as Sasuke.
But this was not Sasuke and his passion would only ever belong to one man.
“Daisuke?” the man breathed against his damp hair and he swallowed hard, forcefully pulling himself back together before he lifted his head with a soft, crooked smile. The brunette was still gorgeous like this, spread out for him and hard but he wasn’t the one the blond really wanted and he realized he could never be a replacement.
“Yeah,” he answered, voice still rougher than normal and he thanked all the deities behind the stars that he was still hard because that would have been impossible to explain. So he nipped at the older man’s jaw line, shivering at the feel of warm arms curling around his shoulders, “Sorry. Too intense,” and he shut his eyes when the chuckle came out all wrong, forcing out a little laugh of his own.
They slowed down after that, the blond kissing and sucking on every place on the older man’s body that he could find, while paying special attention to the spots that would make fingers dig into his skin and the man gasp and tremble beneath him. He had found that the round, pink nipples were amazingly sensitive, producing the most wonderful gasping moans as he worried at them with his teeth and tongue. Fascinated, he spent more time there than he had planned, groaning when the man arched prettily, tossing his head back against the soft silk pillows.
“No…Stop!” he jerked back in surprise at the sharp tone, blinking when the older man threw one arm over his eyes, mouth open as he gasped for breath. His erection had dripped a gleaming puddle against his abdomen and Daisuke realized he had nearly come. The very thought of being able to bring the man off just by sucking at his nipples was unbearably hot and he felt his own cock twitch. The brunette peered at him after a long moment before huffing out a breath and offering a tiny grin, “Sorry…I don’t want it to be over yet,” The blond sat back on his heels where he straddled the other man’s thighs and tipped his head to the side before reaching up and removing Aoshi’s arm from his eyes.
“These are lovely,” he said as a response, resting the slender hand against his shoulder and turning his head to press slow kisses against the man’s bicep. The brunette snorted but he was smiling when the blond looked at him, “and this,” and he kissed his forearm down to his slim wrist, teasing the inside of it with leisurely sucks, “and here,” and he lifted the man’s palm to his face, licking in between each finger while holding the wide gaze. Aoshi was no longer smiling and his breath kept catching, drinking in each of Daisuke’s actions. Then the blond noticed something against his tongue, a patch of skin that was rougher than the rest and he pulled it back with a little mew of surprise, “What’s this? A callous?” the man drew in a sharp breath and he gently took his hand back, looking at it as if he could see each individual kiss that had been pressed there.
“Can you keep a secret?” Aoshi finally asked, eyes still dark and the blond felt his heart skip a beat. Was it really that easy? “No one is supposed to know but that sword I carry is not just for show,” he let his eyebrows climb up his forehead in surprise while masking his disappointment. He hadn’t really expected the man to say anything about his plans, no matter how he seemed to be falling for his blond singer but he couldn’t help the flash of frustration. Still, he didn’t let it show and he stretched out over the man, nudging the pale legs apart so he could settle more comfortably.
“Really?” he asked with a hitch of interest in his voice, “Secret sword lessons? How thrilling,” it was said with a tiny giggle but it was broken by a low moan as the brunette jerked his hips up, creating a flash of pleasure to fizz through the blonde’s groin. Aoshi sucked in a slow breath, feathering his fingers over Daisuke’s shoulders and neck before visibly gathering his thoughts so he could speak coherently.
“Yes, something like that. I was taught by a master as every one of my predecessors had been. It is the only way the sword can be passed on and it does no good if we can’t use it. It is the sword of our house and I practice with it every day,” the information wasn’t surprising but it made the blond wonder what other things the man could do. Their eyes met and he gave the brunette a slow smile before rocking his hips, pleasure shooting through him again but he kept his wits about him so he could speak.
“So that’s where you go every morning,” he chuckled as he moved again, making the older man shudder and moan, “I would love to be able to watch, if that’s okay,” and he rocked again and again, making them both gasp while slender fingers scrabbled at his shoulder.
“Ahh…yes…yes I’d like…mmmm…that,” it felt really good, simply moving like this, their erections grinding against each other as Aoshi begin to rock with him and he bit down on his bottom lip to try and stop himself from drifting away with the pleasure. He kissed the line of the slender neck when the older man tipped his head back, curls brushing against his lips. But it had changed since he had been forced to realize who he was really with and that the name he would be hearing spoken was not his own. No longer was the passion burning like an out of control fire within him, taking away his reason and his very self. He was still incredibly turned on, especially when he rolled a hard nipple under his fingers and Aoshi arched under him again, pressing their chests together but he wouldn’t lose himself again. After all, none of this was real.
“Thank you,” his voice sounded like he had swallowed thick honey when he spoke, barely recognizable as he own and he realized he couldn’t hold back much longer. As much as his understanding of the situation kept him anchored securely in the present, he was still reaching the edge of his control and with the way the brunette was moaning and leaking between their abdomens, he was more than ready, “Do you have anything to make this easier?” Aoshi flung one hand at the small table beside the bed where a small, metal basin sat.
“Oil. There…” then he met the blonde’s eyes as Daisuke lifted himself up, letting his legs fall open to show the blond everything. Fuck, he was gorgeous and the action dried the bigger man’s mouth entirely, eyes fixed on the hard cock, needy and wet against the pale abdomen and the little, dusky pucker under the curve of his testicles, “Hurry…” it was all he could do to rip his eyes away from the sight and scramble over the bed to reach the basin, dipping his fingers into warm, smooth oil. It barely registered that this entire thing had been planned before he was once again kneeling between the brunette’s legs.
With a trembling hand, he circled the man’s entrance, watching the pretty features as he did but a hand on his arm urged him on. So he bit back his hesitations and pressed the first digit in, eyes nearly rolling back as it was greedily swallowed by tight, blinding heat. Aoshi groaned at the intrusion and pressed back into him, eyes so wide and dark Daisuke could see himself reflected in them. He swirled it around before crooking it gently, finding the small nub that made the man shake and toss his head back, teeth once more capturing his bottom lip as if he was suppressing a cry.
“More…more…yes,” the last word was a hiss for the blond had slipped in another finger next to the first and he worked them slowly, nearly transfixed by the sight of them pumping in and out of the older man’s body. He stretched and worked the oil in and Aoshi rocked with him, making low, hungry noises that stoked the blonde’s lust until it was an inferno in his gut. By now he was so hard he wouldn’t even need to slick himself with oil, pre-cum dripping to the blanks and his thighs. When he could finally take it no more, he slipped his fingers free and shifted so he was braced over the older man, heart slamming against the back of his throat and want eating at his intestines.
“I need to be in you,” he said before he kissed the older man forcefully, shivering when he felt those slender legs wrapping around his waist and drawing him close. There was no green left in Aoshi eyes when he answered.
“Yes…now,” and Daisuke had to close his eyes because even was he slid smoothly into the older man’s burning heat, his very skin feeling like it was on fire, there was a lump of ice where his heart used to be…
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