Little Wishes 8
Title: Little Wishes
chapter: 8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KiritoXAiji, KiritoXKohta, TadashiXRyutaro and many others
Bands: main: Pierrot, Plastic Tree. Minor: Janne da Arc, Dir en Grey, Gazette
Warning: Language, abuse, sex, blow jobs, insanity and dictators
Disclaimer: I do not own these people and nothing is real...
Synopsis: When a simple wish lands Aiji in a world of trouble he finds himself being held as a love slave to the dictator Kirito. With a rebellion being planned what fate with Aiji find himself in?
This chapter: Tadashi begins his mission only to find the dictator Kirito to be nothing but charming and charismatic, and so generous that he offers one of his whores to him. It’s an offer he can’t refuse. Or probably the first ever TadashiX Asagi fic out there!
Thanks for much to vampire_kiki who has inspired me to keep to my fic and not let it take 5 years to finish..
Previous: 1, 2, 3 4 5a, 5B, 6, 7
Ch 8
Tadashi remained seated on the plane wondering just for a split second if this was all a mistake; nerves finally kicking in as they always did moments before life changing events. He could turn back now, fake sick, and no one would blame him, but he knew he couldn’t. His better half took over reminding himself why he was there. Telling him that yes he was in Kirito’s Japan, and how ironic it was that he once upheld his laws and now he was sent to destroy him. He had sampled Kirito’s true wrath and would put an end to it with a single shot. Swallowing his bitterness, Tadashi walked off the plane and onto the tar mat where he was met by Ka-yu.
“Welcome to Japan,” Ka-yu greeted extending a warm hand to the French office. “I’m Ka-yu the head of Foreign affairs, but I’m sure you knew that already.”
Tadashi smiled, “Yes, I’m Tadashi, nice to meet you.”
“Kirito wanted me to escort you to his home. Please follow me.”
The blond followed the militant dressed Ka-yu into the waiting limo. Though once he realized the windows were heavily tinted, Tadashi’s heart sank. He had lived in the capital, patrolling it’s streets, and now he wanted to see how much they changed, falling even deeper into Kirito’s control. He somehow got the image that cameras would be everywhere and armed policed would harass anyone they chose. In a way he knew that was a far stretch, but he at let his imagination run wild during his absences.
“You had your tracking chip put in before you came?” Ka-yu asked.
“As request, yes.”
“Good, good. That’ll make things so much easier. The alarms are set up so anyone without one it goes off. So you’ll be able to leave and come without setting any of them off. Really, it’s probably one of the easiest ways to protect our citizens from Jun’s forces.”
Tadashi perked up hearing Jun’s name. After all, his mission was not only to assassinate Kirito, but also to gather any information he could until he found that perfect moment to strike.
“How is that? I heard how they’re becoming a thorn in Kirito’s side recently, but surely he has enough power to have squashed them already.”
Ka-yu shifted a bit giving a slightly nervous laugh, “Kirito sees Shikoku and all of Jun’s forces as stray citizens. He loves his people and wouldn’t try any kind of open warfare with them. They have been a thorn, yes, but just because you’ve been pricked by a rose you don’t destroy the bush. Kirito is letting them exist for now since they’re not causing any trouble for the average citizen, they mostly steal supplies and such, but once they do believe me he will flatten them without mercy.”
Tadashi nodded, and the two continued to chat over mundane topics, all of which the blond had easily prepared for. He had stayed in France the week before getting all their facts straight, as they fulfilled their end by hacking into the Kirito’s computer system in order to reset his information. After all, he had abandoned his old life and joined Jun. He would sure have set off every alarm he crossed, if not for that. Now he could walk freely knowing his record was clean.
Soon enough the duo came to the capital building and were quietly staring as the elevator dinged to the third floor. The door opened revealing none other than the dictator himself lazily sitting on a sofa with a book in his lap. He was dressed finely in a white suit with black lining the labels of his coat that reached past his hips making his legs seem like little twigs. He stood black hair softly falling into his eyes, and for single moment, a slight glace and a smirk, Tadashi stood trapped in the scene. Time stopped and all he could do was stare at the alluring figure in front of him, forgetting everything he had done, all the pain he had caused.
“Leader-sama this is Tadashi the French officer.” Ka-yu introduced.
Kirito gasped the other’s hand warmly bring the blond back to the present, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Tadashi.”
“You as well.”
“I hate to sound old fashion but, Tadashi doesn’t sound very French?”
“Ah yeah,” he laughed acting as if he got that all the time, “My parents are Japanese, but moved to France before the War. My country thought it was best to send me since I already knew the language.”
“That’s good. I don’t think Ka-yu knows any French, and I’m sadly rather hopeless when it comes learning a new language,” he laughed.
“They can be tricky.”
Kirito smiled, “Yes, I can only remember numbers. Anyway, Tadashi, this is my home here on the third floor. You’re welcomed here anytime. In fact, if we had an extra room I would’ve put you here. You’re down stairs though, where the other officers are. Ka-yu’s down there too so you already know someone. I’m assured my officer has the same liberties back in your country?”
Tadashi nodded, pushing his falling glasses up. “Yes, he’s set up right beside the minister.”
“Oh,” Kirito seemed a bit surprised at the statement, “Should we kick Kohta out and give you his room?”
“No, that’s fine. The second floor is fine.”
“Well if you’re sure. Remember you’re welcomed here anytime day or night. Now I planned on going to dinner. Would you like to join us or would you rather rest? It’s a long flight so I understand if you rather postpone the invitation.”
“I slept on the plane so I would feel welcomed to join.”
“Oh good. Ka-yu, tell Kai to get everyone ready to leave.”
Ka-yu started to head off to the door, but Tadashi could see a waving in Kirito’s eyes.
“Wait, tell him everyone but Aiji. I don’t think he’s ready to leave just yet.”
Ka-yu nodded and went off. Tadashi stared at the exiting male wondering who else was going to this little outing and who the hell “Aiji” was and why such a person wasn’t ready to go. But before he could dwell on that fact any longer Kirito motioned to the sofa and they both sat.
“It’s shouldn’t take them too long, but there’s time to change out of that military uniform if you want. If you haven’t brought a suit with you can borrow one of mine.”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Kirito let out a heavy sigh, and looked towards the book that rested on the table. He was so relived to hear that Tadashi was fluent in Japanese, for the thought of trying to say the statement he was about to in the memorized French sounded horrid. He knew it was wrong as he repeated over and over himself, but as he could now express himself freely in his native tongue he became relaxed. He looked back to the blond who was staring off at the door that Ka-yu had gone into.
“Tadashi,” he started, the most sincere look in his eyes, “I know our countries are going through a bit of a rough patch, but I sincerely hope that this exchange will strengthen our bond.”
“As do I.”
Tadashi mentally kicked himself, for the dictator before him was showing him the up most kindness, and he was falling for it. He was falling for it like everyone did when they saw Kirito. Falling for his all too charismatic ways, the same way whole countries fell to their knees and did everything he commanded at the end of each speech. In person, however, his gift only seemed to intensify, too caught up in each gesture, the sheer allure the other possession. Each gesture and each every syllable his spoke was nothing but kindness and questions of Tadashi’s well being.
“I really do mean it, though. Come up here anytime. You have full access to every government building once Ka-yu gives the pass to you tomorrow. It really is too bad we couldn’t put you here, but the only other rooms are for the pets.”
“Pets?”
“Oh you’ll meet them.”
And as if on que out came Asagi and Shinya followed by Ka-yu. Shinya was in a black dress, hair up, pinning back silken curls. Asagi was in uniform, however, unlike Ka-yu’s his was made out of black vinyl, like he stepped out of some fetish movie.
“Ah here they are. This is Shinya and Asagi. This is Tadashi he came all the way from France to stay with us.”
It was with that subtle introduction that the aura Kirito had created, lulling Tadashi into admission, broke and he realized how nearly trapped he was in Kirito’s web. For he glanced over the fact he was he responsible for his lover’s condition, after all he was too nice to allow anything like that to happen. It was surely someone else that gave the order. But this was now the proof, Kirito was the bringer of insanity, for these two aforementioned males were nothing more to him than pets. Tadashi managed to force out a happy smile greeting the group and headed out with them.
The same limo ride, and into a private dinning room where they were hastily served food, Kirito was nothing but kind, thanking each waiter for each filled class of wine. It unnerved Tadashi more and more.
“Who exactly are these ‘pets?’” Tadashi asked quietly to Ka-yu who was sitting beside him.
The male bit his lip, obviously realizing how uncomfortable the situation could be to any outsider. “Most of them of are volunteers.”
“For what?”
“Let’s just say it’s hard for Kirito to go out and meet people.”
“They’re concubines!” Tadashi voice might’ve been a little too loud because Asagi, who was to his other side, decided to join the conversation.
“At the end of the day I just want to please leader-sama,” he leaned in closer to Tadashi, “And if that means letting him tie me to the bed and fuck me raw than so be it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Both the officers stared at him blankly. Ka-yu seeming a more shaken up about it than Tadashi, but the grin on Asagi’s face told them both that was the reaction he was looking for. He leaned to his side, whispering something into Kirito’s ear before finishing his glass of wine.
“I’m sorry,” Ka-yu apologized. “Asagi is rather vulgar.”
“And Shinya?”
“Ah Shinya’s just for show really.”
“Show?”
Ka-yu nodded, “Everyone knows that leader-sama likes men. He doesn’t keep it a secret, but when he travels it sometimes makes the other heads of state uncomfortable. So he brings Shinya and they just assume he’s a girl. They’re more comfortable, and Kirito has someone to bring with him to all the official dinners.”
“Oh.”
“He doesn’t really speak much, so that helps with it too.”
Tadashi nodded, and the group continued the rest of their meal along with a few more bottles of wine. It was silly that he allowed himself to drink so much, Tadashi knew he would feel it in the morning. Though, after the second glass his pain seemed to dull, and from there it didn’t seem like a big deal. In fact, it could be clearly seen that everyone might’ve had a bit too much. Kirito, however, remained in perfect composure, though Tadashi saw that he had just as much wine as everyone else. Taken a few uneven steps, the blond made his way back to the limo with the others.
“Do you have someone waiting for you at home Tadashi?” Kirito asked once the car started moving. He had decided that after the alcohol provided the perfect time to ask these more personal questions he had so wondered about with their new French officer.
Tadashi shook his head, “No.”
He lied. He had to lie. If he said yes it could lead to looking into. He would’ve had to create some fake past and all the ends would have to be dealt with. Paying people to be his wife or lover back in France, just in case. No, it was better for Tadashi to have nothing interesting in his past, a records clean of any romance. He had to be nothing more than a boring officer dedicated to his job.
“Ah, why is that? If you don’t mind me saying you are rather attractive, and those black framed glasses give you such a school boy charm.”
Again, Tadashi stared blankly at the dictator, while Kirito titled his head to the side fully expecting an answer and like moth to a fire he got one.
“Most of the time I’m at work. So it doesn’t leave much room for dating.”
“Ah I see.” He nodded, atmosphere becoming tense. “Tell me Tada, do you have preference?”
“A preference in what?”
“Do you prefer men or women?”
“Kirito!” Ka-yu scolded. Though the look he was given quickly silenced him.
“Men,” Tadashi answered honestly.
“So even if you had someone your country would never accept it.”
“What?”
“I always found it queer how few countries accept homosexuality wholeheartedly.”
Tadashi nodded, after all he was thankful he had lived in Japan and was able to marry the man he loved; something that before Kirito took over he wouldn’t be able to.
“Maybe that’s something you should tell your government once you get back, or do they force you to hide your true self! Oh believe Tadashi you’ll like it here. You won’t have to pretend or feel ashamed of your feelings.”
The blond nodded.
“It’s disgusting how often I come to a country, giving every citizen the same rights only to have it taken from then once the first election passes a bill. As if the majority should have any say over when it comes to what is fair and equal for the minority,” He scoffed looking to Asagi, who licked his lips in a wonting manner.
Lost for words Tadashi remained quiet, watching as what looked like the start of a rant but then his expression changed to a wicked grin.
“It must’ve gotten lonely working with no one to come home to,” Kirito started.
“A bit.”
“Then you should have no problem allow me show you exactly why I let Asagi become my whore.”
Immediately the male slid from his seat beside Kirito and positioned himself in front of Tadashi. The blond’s eyes grew in horror staring down at the vinyl clad male before him. He knew very well what was about to come and wanted nothing to do with it, intoxicated or not.
“Oh no-no it’s okay. Thank you though, yes, but I’m alright,” Tadashi quickly replied, words coming off a bit shocked, a bit worried.
Kirito only grinned at the flabbergasted blond, “Oh no. Tadashi dear I insist.”
Tadashi gulped as Asagi trailed his fingers over his clothed calf. He looked towards Ka-yu for support but his gaze was on the floor, arms crossed, blocking out the whole situation, Shinya doing the same. He looked back towards Kirito whose eyes spoke clearly. If Tadashi didn’t accept this “kind gesture” he would never truly be part of his inner circle. The blond let out a deep breath before, reluctantly nodding his head.
That was all Asagi needed, for he make quick work guiding Tadashi’s leg apart for him to sit on his knees between them. A hand trailed down his chest then quickly to undo his belt and zipper before finally taking out his flaccid length. He grinned wickedly, having known this would happen since dinner, having whispered the lascivious suggestion into Kirito’s ear. He held Tadashi’s length, while his other hand traced it lighting with his finger, teasing, before finally encircling it in his hand and giving a few forcefully slow pumps.
“With your tongue Asagi,” Kirito warned.
Without any further instruction the blacked haired male engulfed the swelling length in one breath. Tadashi let out a faint gasp at the sudden shocked, but then bit his lip suppressing any and all sound as Asagi continued his work. Tongue slide over his head before diving down to capture the blond’s entire length. He repeated the act waiting for that first sweet moan but it didn’t happen. He looked up at the male, watching as he bit each delicious moan.
It, however, had the reverse effect encouraged him to pull out every trick he knew to get the other to scream out hot, lustful pleasure. Diving down to draw up and suck hard on the reddening head. He brought the length completely out of his mouth running his tongue sensually down the slit getting the first few drops on pre-cum to leak out. Tadashi was enjoying it alright, but he wouldn’t voice it. In fact, he wasn’t even touching Asagi. No, he chose to hold onto the leather seat cushion squeezing it for all it was worth with each licentious swipe of his tongue.
A grin and Asagi continued bobbing his head up and down, hoping that Kirito would step in, for he loved the feeling of a dick being shoved down his throat, too forceful, lack air to breath. Ahh that was what Asagi loved and exactly what Kirito would grant him, but Tadashi was being cold. And it seemed no matter what trick he pulled he couldn’t get the other to respond. He was giving him his everything, every sweet lick, humming around the erection, the sucking it for all he was worth, and still nothing.
Tadashi knew this was wrong. Any pleasure received was tainted by the fact that his was betraying Ryutaro with each and every stroke and suckle from Asagi’s glorious mouth. He bit back another moan quivering as the man did yet another thing with this tongue that stroked so many cords of desire within him. He wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but he couldn’t, screaming out would voice how fucking much he was enjoying this and somewhere past the drunken lust of pleasure he still had a head, he was still committed, still in love, still unwilling cheating on his lover who was too far gone to even realized he was missing.
The blond jumped, the feeling of another’s hand upon his wrist. He opened his eyes seeing that it was Kirito who had take hold of his hand that clutched the cushion.
“It’s okay, Tada. You’re amongst friends.”
With that he lifted the other’s wrist and placed it on Asagi’s head. Moving down to interweave his fingers with the blond, he made sure the other held on tightly to Asagi’s hair, while he controlled the rhythm; pulling his hand up only to shove Asagi further down onto Tadashi’s cock. Keeping the hard rhythm that he knew Asagi graved. Letting him in his own special way know he was making sure he got pleasure out of his introduction to their new French office.
“Mmm fuck,” Tadashi breathed out, feeling his dick slide down that tongue then sharply hit the back of his throat only to repeat it over and over had drove him to words.
That was by far the best encouragement Asagi had heard from the male, and he took it for everything it was worth. Kirito grinned, pushing Asagi that much harder onto the blond’s cock, knowing so very well that this was what he desired. More of that hard rhythm and Tadashi panted, moaning out with each and every push until he became too filled with lust that he bucked his hips in time with Kirito. His dick striking even deeper into Asagi’s throat, surely he was having trouble breathing by now.
“Take it Asagi. Take all his fucking cock. You know you love it!” Kirito murmured under his breath. “Suck ‘em clean.”
Tadashi let out another moan, clutching onto the Asagi’s hair just as hard as Kirito was, pulling him up just to forcefully push him down again. He was close, breathing hitching, catching in his throat. His vision blurred, and the thought just for a moment that he could pass out from pleasure. He came, hard within the other’s throat, letting out that final moan, to consummate his infidelity.
Asagi took it, he took all of it, loving Kirito’s harsh words, loving how he throat would be so sore tomorrow he probably couldn’t speak. Above all though, however, he hoped to god that Kirito would take him back to the bedroom to deal with his obvious arousal instead of Aiji. He swallowed all that Tadashi gave him, licking him until every bitter drop was swallowed. He left the panting blond, kissing Kirito, letting him taste the other, before returning to his seat beside him.
It took Tadashi a few moments to regain his breath, before zipping himself back up feeling like the most disgusting creating that walked the earth. Luckily the limo made rounded the corner to the capital building and Tadashi was able to quickly excuse himself. Kirito only grinned as the blond rushed off.
“Did you really have to do that in the limo?” Ka-yu asked once the other was out of earshot.
“I had to make sure he was telling the truth,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“And having Asagi suck him off told you that?”
“Yes. I know he’s lying, he has someone at home waiting for him.”
Ka-yu raised an eyebrow, “How could you tell?”
Kirito laughed, “Ah so you were paying attention”
“It’s a limo. It can’t be more than ten foot long, it’s not like I could escape it.”
“Well we had to know if we could trust him somehow. And now I know we can’t.”
“Why because he didn’t like some stranger sucking him off?”
“Now come on, Ka- yu, even you didn’t hold back when Kiyo sucked you off and you like girls. He held back because he tired not to acknowledge just how nice Asagi’s mouth can be. He’s in a relationship, or is terrified by even the slightest hint of homosexuality and thought by say yes I’d like him more. Who knows, but he lies and I want you to keep an eye on our little French officer.”
Ka-yu nodded, “I’ll have someone trail him.”
****
Tadashi laid on his bed, drawing his keens to his chest, staring at his hand, at the finger that had once held the symbol of his love. He felt so sober in that moment, in the moment just after releasing his seed down Asagi’s throat. No amount of alcohol could justify what he did, not even saying it was for the mission could bring out the peace inside his shredding heart. Contrite started to sink in as he felt his inside ripping apart. He was dirty, forever tainted, infected with lies and lust. Even if he made it back, he couldn’t look at Ryutaro the same. He could even begin to explain to him what he did, could never find the reconciliation, that he would need to release the pain inside.
Never once had he though of cheating on Ryutaro, even on the worse days he never thought of straying. And here he was his first day away and he was already getting blow jobs from Kirito’s whore. He felt this was the beginning, the beginning of his down fall, having reached Kirito’s inner circle he would never escape to find him true self again.
“I’m sorry,” he told the air.
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Poor Ka-yu always caught in the middle of Kirito’s little shows. Have I made Tada suffer enough? Comments are much love!
chapter: 8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: KiritoXAiji, KiritoXKohta, TadashiXRyutaro and many others
Bands: main: Pierrot, Plastic Tree. Minor: Janne da Arc, Dir en Grey, Gazette
Warning: Language, abuse, sex, blow jobs, insanity and dictators
Disclaimer: I do not own these people and nothing is real...
Synopsis: When a simple wish lands Aiji in a world of trouble he finds himself being held as a love slave to the dictator Kirito. With a rebellion being planned what fate with Aiji find himself in?
This chapter: Tadashi begins his mission only to find the dictator Kirito to be nothing but charming and charismatic, and so generous that he offers one of his whores to him. It’s an offer he can’t refuse. Or probably the first ever TadashiX Asagi fic out there!
Thanks for much to vampire_kiki who has inspired me to keep to my fic and not let it take 5 years to finish..
Previous: 1, 2, 3 4 5a, 5B, 6, 7
Ch 8
Tadashi remained seated on the plane wondering just for a split second if this was all a mistake; nerves finally kicking in as they always did moments before life changing events. He could turn back now, fake sick, and no one would blame him, but he knew he couldn’t. His better half took over reminding himself why he was there. Telling him that yes he was in Kirito’s Japan, and how ironic it was that he once upheld his laws and now he was sent to destroy him. He had sampled Kirito’s true wrath and would put an end to it with a single shot. Swallowing his bitterness, Tadashi walked off the plane and onto the tar mat where he was met by Ka-yu.
“Welcome to Japan,” Ka-yu greeted extending a warm hand to the French office. “I’m Ka-yu the head of Foreign affairs, but I’m sure you knew that already.”
Tadashi smiled, “Yes, I’m Tadashi, nice to meet you.”
“Kirito wanted me to escort you to his home. Please follow me.”
The blond followed the militant dressed Ka-yu into the waiting limo. Though once he realized the windows were heavily tinted, Tadashi’s heart sank. He had lived in the capital, patrolling it’s streets, and now he wanted to see how much they changed, falling even deeper into Kirito’s control. He somehow got the image that cameras would be everywhere and armed policed would harass anyone they chose. In a way he knew that was a far stretch, but he at let his imagination run wild during his absences.
“You had your tracking chip put in before you came?” Ka-yu asked.
“As request, yes.”
“Good, good. That’ll make things so much easier. The alarms are set up so anyone without one it goes off. So you’ll be able to leave and come without setting any of them off. Really, it’s probably one of the easiest ways to protect our citizens from Jun’s forces.”
Tadashi perked up hearing Jun’s name. After all, his mission was not only to assassinate Kirito, but also to gather any information he could until he found that perfect moment to strike.
“How is that? I heard how they’re becoming a thorn in Kirito’s side recently, but surely he has enough power to have squashed them already.”
Ka-yu shifted a bit giving a slightly nervous laugh, “Kirito sees Shikoku and all of Jun’s forces as stray citizens. He loves his people and wouldn’t try any kind of open warfare with them. They have been a thorn, yes, but just because you’ve been pricked by a rose you don’t destroy the bush. Kirito is letting them exist for now since they’re not causing any trouble for the average citizen, they mostly steal supplies and such, but once they do believe me he will flatten them without mercy.”
Tadashi nodded, and the two continued to chat over mundane topics, all of which the blond had easily prepared for. He had stayed in France the week before getting all their facts straight, as they fulfilled their end by hacking into the Kirito’s computer system in order to reset his information. After all, he had abandoned his old life and joined Jun. He would sure have set off every alarm he crossed, if not for that. Now he could walk freely knowing his record was clean.
Soon enough the duo came to the capital building and were quietly staring as the elevator dinged to the third floor. The door opened revealing none other than the dictator himself lazily sitting on a sofa with a book in his lap. He was dressed finely in a white suit with black lining the labels of his coat that reached past his hips making his legs seem like little twigs. He stood black hair softly falling into his eyes, and for single moment, a slight glace and a smirk, Tadashi stood trapped in the scene. Time stopped and all he could do was stare at the alluring figure in front of him, forgetting everything he had done, all the pain he had caused.
“Leader-sama this is Tadashi the French officer.” Ka-yu introduced.
Kirito gasped the other’s hand warmly bring the blond back to the present, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Tadashi.”
“You as well.”
“I hate to sound old fashion but, Tadashi doesn’t sound very French?”
“Ah yeah,” he laughed acting as if he got that all the time, “My parents are Japanese, but moved to France before the War. My country thought it was best to send me since I already knew the language.”
“That’s good. I don’t think Ka-yu knows any French, and I’m sadly rather hopeless when it comes learning a new language,” he laughed.
“They can be tricky.”
Kirito smiled, “Yes, I can only remember numbers. Anyway, Tadashi, this is my home here on the third floor. You’re welcomed here anytime. In fact, if we had an extra room I would’ve put you here. You’re down stairs though, where the other officers are. Ka-yu’s down there too so you already know someone. I’m assured my officer has the same liberties back in your country?”
Tadashi nodded, pushing his falling glasses up. “Yes, he’s set up right beside the minister.”
“Oh,” Kirito seemed a bit surprised at the statement, “Should we kick Kohta out and give you his room?”
“No, that’s fine. The second floor is fine.”
“Well if you’re sure. Remember you’re welcomed here anytime day or night. Now I planned on going to dinner. Would you like to join us or would you rather rest? It’s a long flight so I understand if you rather postpone the invitation.”
“I slept on the plane so I would feel welcomed to join.”
“Oh good. Ka-yu, tell Kai to get everyone ready to leave.”
Ka-yu started to head off to the door, but Tadashi could see a waving in Kirito’s eyes.
“Wait, tell him everyone but Aiji. I don’t think he’s ready to leave just yet.”
Ka-yu nodded and went off. Tadashi stared at the exiting male wondering who else was going to this little outing and who the hell “Aiji” was and why such a person wasn’t ready to go. But before he could dwell on that fact any longer Kirito motioned to the sofa and they both sat.
“It’s shouldn’t take them too long, but there’s time to change out of that military uniform if you want. If you haven’t brought a suit with you can borrow one of mine.”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
Kirito let out a heavy sigh, and looked towards the book that rested on the table. He was so relived to hear that Tadashi was fluent in Japanese, for the thought of trying to say the statement he was about to in the memorized French sounded horrid. He knew it was wrong as he repeated over and over himself, but as he could now express himself freely in his native tongue he became relaxed. He looked back to the blond who was staring off at the door that Ka-yu had gone into.
“Tadashi,” he started, the most sincere look in his eyes, “I know our countries are going through a bit of a rough patch, but I sincerely hope that this exchange will strengthen our bond.”
“As do I.”
Tadashi mentally kicked himself, for the dictator before him was showing him the up most kindness, and he was falling for it. He was falling for it like everyone did when they saw Kirito. Falling for his all too charismatic ways, the same way whole countries fell to their knees and did everything he commanded at the end of each speech. In person, however, his gift only seemed to intensify, too caught up in each gesture, the sheer allure the other possession. Each gesture and each every syllable his spoke was nothing but kindness and questions of Tadashi’s well being.
“I really do mean it, though. Come up here anytime. You have full access to every government building once Ka-yu gives the pass to you tomorrow. It really is too bad we couldn’t put you here, but the only other rooms are for the pets.”
“Pets?”
“Oh you’ll meet them.”
And as if on que out came Asagi and Shinya followed by Ka-yu. Shinya was in a black dress, hair up, pinning back silken curls. Asagi was in uniform, however, unlike Ka-yu’s his was made out of black vinyl, like he stepped out of some fetish movie.
“Ah here they are. This is Shinya and Asagi. This is Tadashi he came all the way from France to stay with us.”
It was with that subtle introduction that the aura Kirito had created, lulling Tadashi into admission, broke and he realized how nearly trapped he was in Kirito’s web. For he glanced over the fact he was he responsible for his lover’s condition, after all he was too nice to allow anything like that to happen. It was surely someone else that gave the order. But this was now the proof, Kirito was the bringer of insanity, for these two aforementioned males were nothing more to him than pets. Tadashi managed to force out a happy smile greeting the group and headed out with them.
The same limo ride, and into a private dinning room where they were hastily served food, Kirito was nothing but kind, thanking each waiter for each filled class of wine. It unnerved Tadashi more and more.
“Who exactly are these ‘pets?’” Tadashi asked quietly to Ka-yu who was sitting beside him.
The male bit his lip, obviously realizing how uncomfortable the situation could be to any outsider. “Most of them of are volunteers.”
“For what?”
“Let’s just say it’s hard for Kirito to go out and meet people.”
“They’re concubines!” Tadashi voice might’ve been a little too loud because Asagi, who was to his other side, decided to join the conversation.
“At the end of the day I just want to please leader-sama,” he leaned in closer to Tadashi, “And if that means letting him tie me to the bed and fuck me raw than so be it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Both the officers stared at him blankly. Ka-yu seeming a more shaken up about it than Tadashi, but the grin on Asagi’s face told them both that was the reaction he was looking for. He leaned to his side, whispering something into Kirito’s ear before finishing his glass of wine.
“I’m sorry,” Ka-yu apologized. “Asagi is rather vulgar.”
“And Shinya?”
“Ah Shinya’s just for show really.”
“Show?”
Ka-yu nodded, “Everyone knows that leader-sama likes men. He doesn’t keep it a secret, but when he travels it sometimes makes the other heads of state uncomfortable. So he brings Shinya and they just assume he’s a girl. They’re more comfortable, and Kirito has someone to bring with him to all the official dinners.”
“Oh.”
“He doesn’t really speak much, so that helps with it too.”
Tadashi nodded, and the group continued the rest of their meal along with a few more bottles of wine. It was silly that he allowed himself to drink so much, Tadashi knew he would feel it in the morning. Though, after the second glass his pain seemed to dull, and from there it didn’t seem like a big deal. In fact, it could be clearly seen that everyone might’ve had a bit too much. Kirito, however, remained in perfect composure, though Tadashi saw that he had just as much wine as everyone else. Taken a few uneven steps, the blond made his way back to the limo with the others.
“Do you have someone waiting for you at home Tadashi?” Kirito asked once the car started moving. He had decided that after the alcohol provided the perfect time to ask these more personal questions he had so wondered about with their new French officer.
Tadashi shook his head, “No.”
He lied. He had to lie. If he said yes it could lead to looking into. He would’ve had to create some fake past and all the ends would have to be dealt with. Paying people to be his wife or lover back in France, just in case. No, it was better for Tadashi to have nothing interesting in his past, a records clean of any romance. He had to be nothing more than a boring officer dedicated to his job.
“Ah, why is that? If you don’t mind me saying you are rather attractive, and those black framed glasses give you such a school boy charm.”
Again, Tadashi stared blankly at the dictator, while Kirito titled his head to the side fully expecting an answer and like moth to a fire he got one.
“Most of the time I’m at work. So it doesn’t leave much room for dating.”
“Ah I see.” He nodded, atmosphere becoming tense. “Tell me Tada, do you have preference?”
“A preference in what?”
“Do you prefer men or women?”
“Kirito!” Ka-yu scolded. Though the look he was given quickly silenced him.
“Men,” Tadashi answered honestly.
“So even if you had someone your country would never accept it.”
“What?”
“I always found it queer how few countries accept homosexuality wholeheartedly.”
Tadashi nodded, after all he was thankful he had lived in Japan and was able to marry the man he loved; something that before Kirito took over he wouldn’t be able to.
“Maybe that’s something you should tell your government once you get back, or do they force you to hide your true self! Oh believe Tadashi you’ll like it here. You won’t have to pretend or feel ashamed of your feelings.”
The blond nodded.
“It’s disgusting how often I come to a country, giving every citizen the same rights only to have it taken from then once the first election passes a bill. As if the majority should have any say over when it comes to what is fair and equal for the minority,” He scoffed looking to Asagi, who licked his lips in a wonting manner.
Lost for words Tadashi remained quiet, watching as what looked like the start of a rant but then his expression changed to a wicked grin.
“It must’ve gotten lonely working with no one to come home to,” Kirito started.
“A bit.”
“Then you should have no problem allow me show you exactly why I let Asagi become my whore.”
Immediately the male slid from his seat beside Kirito and positioned himself in front of Tadashi. The blond’s eyes grew in horror staring down at the vinyl clad male before him. He knew very well what was about to come and wanted nothing to do with it, intoxicated or not.
“Oh no-no it’s okay. Thank you though, yes, but I’m alright,” Tadashi quickly replied, words coming off a bit shocked, a bit worried.
Kirito only grinned at the flabbergasted blond, “Oh no. Tadashi dear I insist.”
Tadashi gulped as Asagi trailed his fingers over his clothed calf. He looked towards Ka-yu for support but his gaze was on the floor, arms crossed, blocking out the whole situation, Shinya doing the same. He looked back towards Kirito whose eyes spoke clearly. If Tadashi didn’t accept this “kind gesture” he would never truly be part of his inner circle. The blond let out a deep breath before, reluctantly nodding his head.
That was all Asagi needed, for he make quick work guiding Tadashi’s leg apart for him to sit on his knees between them. A hand trailed down his chest then quickly to undo his belt and zipper before finally taking out his flaccid length. He grinned wickedly, having known this would happen since dinner, having whispered the lascivious suggestion into Kirito’s ear. He held Tadashi’s length, while his other hand traced it lighting with his finger, teasing, before finally encircling it in his hand and giving a few forcefully slow pumps.
“With your tongue Asagi,” Kirito warned.
Without any further instruction the blacked haired male engulfed the swelling length in one breath. Tadashi let out a faint gasp at the sudden shocked, but then bit his lip suppressing any and all sound as Asagi continued his work. Tongue slide over his head before diving down to capture the blond’s entire length. He repeated the act waiting for that first sweet moan but it didn’t happen. He looked up at the male, watching as he bit each delicious moan.
It, however, had the reverse effect encouraged him to pull out every trick he knew to get the other to scream out hot, lustful pleasure. Diving down to draw up and suck hard on the reddening head. He brought the length completely out of his mouth running his tongue sensually down the slit getting the first few drops on pre-cum to leak out. Tadashi was enjoying it alright, but he wouldn’t voice it. In fact, he wasn’t even touching Asagi. No, he chose to hold onto the leather seat cushion squeezing it for all it was worth with each licentious swipe of his tongue.
A grin and Asagi continued bobbing his head up and down, hoping that Kirito would step in, for he loved the feeling of a dick being shoved down his throat, too forceful, lack air to breath. Ahh that was what Asagi loved and exactly what Kirito would grant him, but Tadashi was being cold. And it seemed no matter what trick he pulled he couldn’t get the other to respond. He was giving him his everything, every sweet lick, humming around the erection, the sucking it for all he was worth, and still nothing.
Tadashi knew this was wrong. Any pleasure received was tainted by the fact that his was betraying Ryutaro with each and every stroke and suckle from Asagi’s glorious mouth. He bit back another moan quivering as the man did yet another thing with this tongue that stroked so many cords of desire within him. He wanted to scream out in ecstasy, but he couldn’t, screaming out would voice how fucking much he was enjoying this and somewhere past the drunken lust of pleasure he still had a head, he was still committed, still in love, still unwilling cheating on his lover who was too far gone to even realized he was missing.
The blond jumped, the feeling of another’s hand upon his wrist. He opened his eyes seeing that it was Kirito who had take hold of his hand that clutched the cushion.
“It’s okay, Tada. You’re amongst friends.”
With that he lifted the other’s wrist and placed it on Asagi’s head. Moving down to interweave his fingers with the blond, he made sure the other held on tightly to Asagi’s hair, while he controlled the rhythm; pulling his hand up only to shove Asagi further down onto Tadashi’s cock. Keeping the hard rhythm that he knew Asagi graved. Letting him in his own special way know he was making sure he got pleasure out of his introduction to their new French office.
“Mmm fuck,” Tadashi breathed out, feeling his dick slide down that tongue then sharply hit the back of his throat only to repeat it over and over had drove him to words.
That was by far the best encouragement Asagi had heard from the male, and he took it for everything it was worth. Kirito grinned, pushing Asagi that much harder onto the blond’s cock, knowing so very well that this was what he desired. More of that hard rhythm and Tadashi panted, moaning out with each and every push until he became too filled with lust that he bucked his hips in time with Kirito. His dick striking even deeper into Asagi’s throat, surely he was having trouble breathing by now.
“Take it Asagi. Take all his fucking cock. You know you love it!” Kirito murmured under his breath. “Suck ‘em clean.”
Tadashi let out another moan, clutching onto the Asagi’s hair just as hard as Kirito was, pulling him up just to forcefully push him down again. He was close, breathing hitching, catching in his throat. His vision blurred, and the thought just for a moment that he could pass out from pleasure. He came, hard within the other’s throat, letting out that final moan, to consummate his infidelity.
Asagi took it, he took all of it, loving Kirito’s harsh words, loving how he throat would be so sore tomorrow he probably couldn’t speak. Above all though, however, he hoped to god that Kirito would take him back to the bedroom to deal with his obvious arousal instead of Aiji. He swallowed all that Tadashi gave him, licking him until every bitter drop was swallowed. He left the panting blond, kissing Kirito, letting him taste the other, before returning to his seat beside him.
It took Tadashi a few moments to regain his breath, before zipping himself back up feeling like the most disgusting creating that walked the earth. Luckily the limo made rounded the corner to the capital building and Tadashi was able to quickly excuse himself. Kirito only grinned as the blond rushed off.
“Did you really have to do that in the limo?” Ka-yu asked once the other was out of earshot.
“I had to make sure he was telling the truth,” he stated matter-of-factly.
“And having Asagi suck him off told you that?”
“Yes. I know he’s lying, he has someone at home waiting for him.”
Ka-yu raised an eyebrow, “How could you tell?”
Kirito laughed, “Ah so you were paying attention”
“It’s a limo. It can’t be more than ten foot long, it’s not like I could escape it.”
“Well we had to know if we could trust him somehow. And now I know we can’t.”
“Why because he didn’t like some stranger sucking him off?”
“Now come on, Ka- yu, even you didn’t hold back when Kiyo sucked you off and you like girls. He held back because he tired not to acknowledge just how nice Asagi’s mouth can be. He’s in a relationship, or is terrified by even the slightest hint of homosexuality and thought by say yes I’d like him more. Who knows, but he lies and I want you to keep an eye on our little French officer.”
Ka-yu nodded, “I’ll have someone trail him.”
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Tadashi laid on his bed, drawing his keens to his chest, staring at his hand, at the finger that had once held the symbol of his love. He felt so sober in that moment, in the moment just after releasing his seed down Asagi’s throat. No amount of alcohol could justify what he did, not even saying it was for the mission could bring out the peace inside his shredding heart. Contrite started to sink in as he felt his inside ripping apart. He was dirty, forever tainted, infected with lies and lust. Even if he made it back, he couldn’t look at Ryutaro the same. He could even begin to explain to him what he did, could never find the reconciliation, that he would need to release the pain inside.
Never once had he though of cheating on Ryutaro, even on the worse days he never thought of straying. And here he was his first day away and he was already getting blow jobs from Kirito’s whore. He felt this was the beginning, the beginning of his down fall, having reached Kirito’s inner circle he would never escape to find him true self again.
“I’m sorry,” he told the air.
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Poor Ka-yu always caught in the middle of Kirito’s little shows. Have I made Tada suffer enough? Comments are much love!