Multi Chapter - Oiran - Chapter 1

Feb 24, 2010 15:49

Title: Oiran - chapter 1 -

Pairing: Mabohno (Matsuoka Masahiro/Ohno Satoshi), Juntoshi (Matsumoto Jun/Ohno Satoshi)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Edo era (1600-1868), when brothels are restricted to walled districts. Satoshi is one of male prostitute in the pleasure district Miyagawa. He is not the best of all, but he has something that can make someone as great as Matsumoto-dono willingly wants to protect him from any dirty hands. No matter how much Matsumoto-dono treasures and loves him, Satoshi can’t move on passing over his past, not yet.

Beta reader: rikke_leonhart

Authors: risuw_chan & zukkoke_iero

Disclaimer: None of us was born in Edo era or a historian so pardon for any mistake regarding historical aspects. We did, no, we’re doing some research, but still we’re just human. This story is nothing more than a fiction. And we don’t own any one of the characters here.

a/n: A series from us. More uke!ohno in this fandom is needed. ^^
Warning: Please keep this pic in your mind while you read this series…or else risuw chan will kill you XD
Read the previous chapter here: Prologue
Please enjoy ^^


OIRAN - chapter 1 -

Tying the sash of his nemaki, Satoshi walks across the room to find his favorite spot near the window. He feels a slight pain in each step he takes, due to the rough play he just had with Matsumoto-dono.

He gets down on his knees, brings his hands together, and closes his eyes slowly. Like he does every night, praying for Matsuoka-dono to rest in peace and get the best place in heaven.

The little servant, Satoshi, walks behind his Onee-sama heading toward the teahouse, where the guests are waiting for them.

He looks down on his feet, watching the way he walk; is it right? Like the teacher taught him in the manner class? And trying not to make any mistake.

In the midst of hurly-burly of the crowds, he sees that familiar figure from afar. It's so distracting that he unconciously turns around, leaving his Onee-sama and forgetting his duty. He doesn't even care when his name's called out, and he keeps running, and running.

The sight of his best friend, that he’s been missing since the first day he’s sold, disappears in the corner of the street when he stops for a brief moment to catch breath.

"No," he tells himself. He doesn’t want to lose track, so he dashes once again.

"Ouch!" He shouts when he plummets on the ground miserably, and stares at the far distance blankly as he realizes that he’s losing the back of his best friend. He sits up and finds his knees bleeding. As he looks at the surrounding, his Onee-sama is nowhere to be found, he also has no idea where this is. This isn’t an area he’s familiar with. Both of his legs are starting to tremble at the thought he has lost both the way home and the person he chased after.

His chest hurts so much as he holds back his cry, scared that he won't be able to manage home, and punishment that he may get if he somehow manages to.

He doesn't know what kind of luck it is when a big hand taps his small shoulder gently. He turns around and there's a man standing behind him, who squats down to level their eyes.

"Are you lost?"

The little Satoshi nods. He feels so warm when the older brushes his knuckles to wipe the tears that fall down Satoshi's cheeks.

"Where's your house?"

"Shirayuri...."

"Shirayuri in Miyagawa-cho, huh?" The man rubs Satoshi's head. "Nah, don't worry. I know that place really well. I'll take you home."

Satoshi is startled when the man suddenly holds his hand, but it doesn't feel unpleasant; on the contrary he feels better and saved.

"Satoshi!!" Okaa-sama yells his name once he steps inside Shirayuri. He hurriedly hides behind the man's big frame, clinging onto the kimono tightly.

"Matsuoka-dono, thank you so much for bringing him back. We didn't know what to do when we were told that he's missing!"

Okaa-sama grabs Satoshi by the hand forcefully.

"Come here, Satoshi! You little imp! How many times should I tell you not to space out? How much do you want to make us worry?!" Satoshi can't fight back, he definitely can't. So he just shuts his eyes closed. "Hey, bring him to the storeroom!"

Satoshi is pulled by another hand, the servant's in this house.

"Eh, wait," the man stops the servant. "You're going to punish such a kid?"

"I am terribly sorry that you have to see this, but we have our own rules about indiscipline."

"But he's still a kid," the man insists. "If you would, let him to accompany me tonight. So you don’t need to punish him."

Okaa-sama goes silent for a brief moment. She then brings her head flat to the floor, showing her deepest apology.

"He's still too young to serve customer, even more, someone great like Matsuoka-dono."

What Okaa-sama says is right, it's common knowledge that a servant can't serve guests, except when he's with Onee-sama for helping and learning purposes. For a man who's used to places like this, Matsuoka-dono then comes up with an idea.

"Then, I'll have his Onee-sama to entertain me tonight. Please include him in."

"Very well."

Since then, Matsuoka-dono comes to Shirayuri almost every day. He spends the night there with Professional oirans and also the little Satoshi.

No matter how great the oiran is, Matsuoka-dono's attention is always directed to the still innocent Satoshi.

By Matsuoka-dono's wish, he always sits in the best place; right beside a man from the ruling clan in Edo at that time. And such a special treatment never fails to make oirans feel some jealousy toward Satoshi.

Both his seniors nor Okaa-sama can do anything about it.

The only thing that makes it forgivable is that that kind of comforting can't make Satoshi's head big, not at all. He's the kind of man who doesn't care for such a thing. Popularity, milk and honey, or money aren't the things Satoshi is looking for.

He isn't competitive either.

Most of his seniors who hated him at first, slowly turn to treasure him as their own little brother.

And when he’s old enough to be sold as oiran, Okaa-sama proposes quite a high amount of money to men of wealth, who willingly wants to buy Satoshi’s virginity, including Matsuoka-dono. And as Okaa-sama expects, Matsuoka-dono bids the highest and not giving the others a chance to touch Satoshi’s body, not even a finger.

Satoshi sits in the middle of the room, playing with his fingers to drive his fidgetiness out, but to no avail. He's been waiting for almost an hour now, but Matsuoka-dono is rather late. As he enters a kind of state called nothingness, his mind goes emptier and emptier in every minute that passes.

Satoshi feels a hand palming his cheeks softly, and when he opens his eyes and fully awakens, he realizes the familiar presence beside him.

"Matsuoka-dono!" Satoshi's hurriedly sits up and bows his head down to the floor. "I'm terribly sorry for falling asleep at time like this!"

"Ssshhh... don't be so loud. People will hear you, will they not?" Matsuoka-dono grabs Satoshi's small shoulders, pulling him up to look him in the eyes.

"You’re so beautiful," Matsuoka-dono whispers as he lifts Satoshi's chin to parallel their eyes and then he leans in to seal Satoshi's lips he's longed for forever with his as he pushes Satoshi down to the futon under him.

Satoshi turns his head to the side when Matsuoka-dono completely attacks his neck while his hand skillfully unties Satoshi's obi. Pulling down the collar, Satoshi's slender shoulders are shown perfectly. He brushes Satoshi's nipples in the process to undo his kimono.

Matsuoka-dono slips one hand under Satoshi's waist, wrapping him so that they can be as close as they can, and as he's doing so, he massages and kneads Satoshi's butt cheeks.

"Spread your legs wider so I can make you feel good," Matsuoka-dono says.

Satoshi complies and spreads his legs, shyly though. Matsuoka-dono notices this and he nibbles Satoshi's earlobe.

"Aah," Satoshi gasps when he feels hand running inside his inner thigh, spreading it as wide as he can. He even moans every time Matsuoka-dono, he doesn't know whether it's intentional or not, brushes his entrance.

As he’s touched in the private area, Satoshi feels so good, and he’s mind blown by the hot, wet and passionate kisses.

Or so he wants to think. But when it comes to preparation session, Satoshi can't stop crying. It's almost unthinkable to him that Matsuoka-dono's hard member will be inside him through his tiny and tight hole.

And he's not worried for nothing.

The moment Matsuoka-dono positions the head of his cock right in front of his ass and starts to push in slowly, he feels so hurt as if he's splitting into two.

Matsuoka-dono's manhood strecthes his muscles to adjust to it.

"Relax, oiran..." Matsuoka-dono encourages him. "It's not even half of it yet."

Knowing that Satoshi can't really listen to what he’s saying, in too much pain to endure, Matsuoka-dono distracts Satoshi's mind by smashing his lips against the lips that are already swollen, still awkwardly letting the tongue inside his mouth.

It's still new for him. The sensation he feels, to be filled, to be frenched, to be touched all over, everything is so strange, but he can't deny it feels good.

"Look at me and only me..." Matsuoka-dono commands him. He brings his delicate arms around the older's neck, moaning against kisses.

His body is trembling and shaking, suddenly feeling the urge to release his own erection, which is being taken care expertly by Matsuoka-dono's hand.

Matsuoka-dono's hips move faster and he thrusts harder when he's near to climax.

The second time Satoshi awakens, he's no longer sleeping in Matsuoka-dono's arms.

"Ahh..." he makes a painful look, the soreness in his back seems to worsen so he moves carefully.

"Good morning."

Satoshi forgets about his pain and is slightly embarassed when he finds himself still naked and that Matsuoka-dono is still in the room, writing something by the table not far from the futon.

"Good morning..." Satoshi grabs the forgotten nemaki on the floor, he puts it on before he hardly manages to sit near the man who's paid probably more than 200 ryos for his virginity. "What are you doing, Matsuoka-dono?"

"Hmm..." Satoshi blushes immediately when the older is closing the distance between them, "sit in my lap."

"…" Satoshi looks the man in the eyes to reassure him it’s alright to do that. Matsuoka-dono then taps his thigh lightly, waiting for Satoshi to oblige.

Satoshi has just realized that he's so small compared to Matsuoka-dono, well, that's a given, but Satoshi has never thought that he'd fit just right sitting in his lap. Ignoring his heartbeat, Satoshi looks up to find Matsuoka-dono's lips barely parted an inch.

"Try to write your name here," Matsuoka-dono places a piece of paper on the table before them, and gives Satoshi the coated ink brush he's just held until a few moment ago.

Nodding, he starts to touch the tip of the brush on the paper, he isn't good at remembering all kanji characters taught to him during lesson when he was still an apprentice, but he did learn his by heart; each step and each stroke to create beautiful form of it.

Satoshi writes a small "arrow" in the upper left, and little square in the right; "mouth". The last, he writes "sun" in the empty space below.

"Satoshi."

"Satoshi," Matsuoka-dono repeats. He then continues, "And can be read as 'tomo' as well, and 'chi'."

"'Chi'?"

"Yes, and I've came up with your new name, since you're an oiran now..."

"Eh? Satoshi is not good?"

The older laughs a bit, "Hahaha, no, it's not good, too boy-ish."

Satoshi nods in agreement.

“And, if you add ‘satoi’ here, it becomes ‘chie’. It means ‘talent’ and ‘intellect’,” Satoshi goes silent as he’s waiting for Matsuoka-dono to write another character.

The older puts down his brush and tells Satoshi, "From now on, let me call you Ochie, from Shirayuri."

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This is for chapter 1… ahahahaha… so we have Mabo/Ohno now… *smirks*
Note again, minna:
Nemaki: it’s kind of yukata for sleeping ^^
And as for “Chie”, hum…I think I’ll add the characters here…^^;
「智慧」
We’ll update as soon as we can… =D
Thanks so much for supporting this fic XD

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