Now and Forever...Itsumademo... - Chapter 18B
Title: Now and Forever…いつまでも…
Author: Mayonaka no Taiyou/Unare Haineko
Pairing: [Juntoshi] Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi
Rating: R-ish, but NC-17 for this chapter.
Summary: This story follows Ayumu, a more or less normal child born in 2012, three years after the ending of ‘Kodoku kara Umareta Ai’ (which you can read here). His parents, Jun ( Read more... )
Peering over the easel where a canvas slab was mounted, Lady Strange allowed a humorous aspect to cross her gaze as she snatched the brush from Ohno’s hand. “Fancy having a play date with Nelly? The little hydra of Tartarus misses you so,” she hallooed in salutation.
“Sensei…” The veriest hint of a flicker of surprised entered Ohno’s eyes as the devil set down the paintbrush and draped herself around his shoulders.
‘If you have the time to arrange for an infidelity with Reiya, and have the time for your art on top of all that you do or don’t do around your posh flat, one would think you’d have time for me as well. Why didn’t you call me?” she lilted in a coldly seductive way, much like how the serpent must have tempted Eve in the Garden of Eden.
“Sensei… you’re a… I don’t…” Ohno hemmed and hawed, then promptly snapped his mouth shut. After a brief spell of silence in which he appeared to be thinking (much to his therapist’s detached amusement), he spoke again: “About Reiya… it’s not what you think?”
“Yes, what should I think when you arrange for a clandestine meeting at 1.00am with someone you paid for sex even though you have a loving partner and son at home?” asked her ladyship with cloyingly poisonous sweetness.
“Sensei misunderstands…” the failed fisherman mumbled, too petrified to move let alone fling away his therapist’s arms.
“Vraiment? Disabuse me then. I am waiting to be impressed,” the devil drawled lowly, running an icy finger down his cheek.
“I just need to er… talk to him about something,” Ohno lamely offered.
“Tell me, swine,” replied her ladyship conversationally, propping her head on his shoulder as she leaned her full weight on him. “Do you honestly think Mr Matsumoto wouldn’t notice you’re gone?”
“Eh? But I’m still here,” came the bemused answer as he remained rooted to the floor.
“Nein, dummkopf,” she giggled almost girlishly, nuzzling against his cheek. “After you and Mr Matsumoto have expended your energies in coitus, you will have to leave because of your rendezvous with Reiya at 1.00am. What happens when Mr Matsumoto wakes up to take a piss in the toilet and realises that you’re not in bed with him? What happens when Mr Matsumoto combs the flat for you and realises that you’re not at home?” She paused to rub her nose on his cheek with a poisonous laugh, “Oh dear, oh dear, where could have gone in the dead of the night?”
“Out. I would be out,” Ohno pointed out unnecessarily, frightened of his therapist’s heavy irony but unsure of what she meant by it. Stating the obvious was the only thing he could do given the circumstances where he felt like he was being slowly crushed to death by a python.
Licking his cheek as she stifled a soft chuckle and cupped his nether regions with her left hand, she informed him: “Oui, je sais, you would have gone from having sex with Mr Matsumoto to having sex with Reiya - both in the space of one night. Impressive.” With a swift squeeze, she closed her fingers around the package in his packets and wrenched it into a painful twist. “My, my, should I be impressed the prowess of your prick, I wonder?”
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“Of course not,” intoned the deceptively bored voice of her ladyship as she whispered breathily into his ear. “He just happens to look like Mr Matsumoto, and you just happen to pay him for sex, and you just happen to be a weak satyr with an insatiable sexual appetite so much so that you waver whenever temptation dances before your eyes. What an extraordinary string of coincidences.”
“It’s funny, isn’t it, sensei?” he attempted to laugh.
“Hilarious,” she deadpanned, touching his cheek once before biting hard on it, twisting his nether regions again as she did so. As Ohno screamed in pain, she spat out the flesh she had bitten off and went on placidly, “Now that Mr Matsumoto is back and free sex is readily available, why do you still need to sneak out to have Reiya fill you?”
“It’s… You don’t… I… It’s not me; it’s Jun,” said Ohno, still smarting from the searing pain in his cheek and groin. “Even though Jun’s back, he’s about doing stuff. He can’t do it every time I want to. He may not be around. I won’t have anything to do. And Reiya’s there, and he looks like Jun, so it’s kind of the same.”
“I see, so it’s all Mr Matsumoto’s fault. Interesting,” drawled her ladyship, sucking at the blood from his cheek and spitting it out, making a face as she did so. “Your blood is like profanities - it tastes as awful as your lies. Your narcissistic tendencies have reached a new height, you are to be congratulated.”
“But it’s true. It is Jun’s fault for leaving me alone. What good is it if Jun’s out doing whatever he does with the real estate business thingy and I’m here? He shouldn’t leave me alone if he doesn’t want me to find someone else outside,” insisted Ohno stoutly, groaning somewhat from the stabbing pain he felt in his wounded cheek.
“Poor baby,” she cooed, impaling him in the heart with one of the chisels commonly used in sculpting. “So it was big bad Mr Matsumoto who left you deliberately in temptation’s way. When will you realise that you have a choice to resist just as you have a choice to give in to it?”
“It was there, and I was there,” Ohno babbled quickly in a bid to exonerate himself and thus end the painful interrogation process. “I was in the wrong place and at the wrong time, maybe. Jun should have watched over me better and not left me on my own. Putting Ayumu with a tutor and then daycare, and then Jun going to do his stuff at the real estate place, that leaves me alone. Jun just told me that I don’t have to do anything. I can just do what I like. Since I’m free and have nothing to do when no one’s around, why can’t I do what I like. It’s not like Jun or Ayumu has to know. If they were around and Jun didn’t run around doing things he thinks is good for everyone in this family, then I wouldn’t have looked outside what we have for…”
“You don’t believe in utilitarianism? That’s okay… I’m libertarian myself. So, your pleasure and your desires are all that matter, hein? You don’t want to be left alone because it means you’ll only be thinking of sex, hein? All right then, I’ll help you out. Let’s see if you can enjoy this properly,” she purred, kissing him lightly on the mouth in a specious maternal manner and twisted the chisel in his heart thereby drawing another cry of agony from him.
“Sensei… that hurts,” he admitted, levelling a tearful gaze and quivering lower lip at him.
“I know, and isn’t it as good for you as it is for me?” she smiled angelically as she bit him hard on the lower lip, drawing more blood, which she promptly spat on the canvas.
“But sensei…This isn’t sex… I don’t… Never like this with Jun or Reiya.”
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“Narcissus? What? Madness?” Ohno’s eyes darted to side in horror when he saw that his therapist was enjoying herself and had a near becoming flush on her countenance. “Wants and Needs - those are the same, right, sensei?”
“You want sex; you don’t need it. I’ve been celibate for centuries and it hasn’t worked any hardship on me. Know why? I have friends, family and hobbies. What about you, hmm? You may be as well endorsed as an elephant but that doesn’t make you a sensitive lover of humanity. Alors, you’re not in the least conscious of the finer sentiments in all of us - human, beast or devil. What you need, you walking empty scrotum, is the love and support of your mother, Jun and Ayumu. You don’t even know how good you have it compared to my darling little truffle and my other little boy,” she snarled with the full force of ire, hammering the chisel in his groin and nearly ripping off his injured ear with her teeth.
“I do appreciate it…I’m even sorry that I did it with Reiya. I apologised to Jun. I got him things and tried to make up for it,” insisted Ohno a little too quickly for her ladyship’s liking.
“With a flashy ring, coral roses and the telltale scent of oatmeal and aloe around your person.” Her ladyship flicked an indifferent wrist. “Doing it too brown in my opinion.”
“It hasn’t harmed anyone. Jun’s a lot better now and he’s willing to sleep with me again, and Ayumu doesn’t look funnily at me anymore.”
“Vraiment? They haven’t been looking askance at you? Alors, perhaps you think nothing of your relationship with Mr Matsumoto because the sex has become boring. I will give you that much. Mais, dits moi, what would you do if Ayumu was in a bad spot because of your liaison with Reiya?” she enquired, pulling out the chisel and smirking fiendishly as he buckled over from the paroxysm of pain.
“That wouldn’t ever happen,” said Ohno from his crouching position by the floor where he was clutching at his different wounds. “Ayumu has his tutor and Jun to look after him, and no one has to know about Reiya… ”
It was a reply that drew a shout of laughter from the devil as she bent down and nudged at the narcissistic sex addict. “In my experience, the words ‘never’, ‘forever’ and ‘ever’ always come back to haunt one. That shadowy demon is already looming over you, waiting for you to trip. What happens when you finally trip? No one will be there to catch you and you’ll pass straight into the waiting jaws of Tartarus. And this time, no one will save you from Nelly’s digestive tract.”
“What do you mean? If I’m careful, everything will be okay,” Ohno insisted, lying flat on the floor, much too exhausted to get up from the sticky pool of his pool.
“Facilis descensus averni.”
“Eh?”
“Tant pis. Continue to cherish your pretty illusions if it comforts you,” she sneered, wiping the blood from her mouth and tossing the handkerchief over his face. “Disregard my advice at your own peril because I will not bail you out nor teach you how to get out of quicksand.”
Before Ohno could inject another word in edgewise, her ladyship had snapped her fingers and disappeared into the gloomy black flames.
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