[Multi-chapter] Oretachi no chikara (11/??)
Title: Oretachi no chikara (Our power)
Authors: tsuchi8562
Beta & Plot Bunny: yuuki_saya Sankyu!
Pairing: SakurAiba, Jun, Ohno
Genre: Fantasy, AU, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don't own them. Not that we don't want to though...
Summary: Reunion.
*MASTERPOST*
Aiba looked outside the window on white town, trying to not forget about breathing. How many days have passed since Sakurai returned behind the wall? Masaki didn’t count, but whether it was one day or hundred, he still felt lonely and sad. Of course, there was no other way; he couldn’t stop Sho from leaving the poor district even if he wanted. Fortunately Ami-chan’s father was released and the case of Sho’s kidnapping was forgotten.
This way is better he repeated this sentence million times, but that didn’t change a thing. The pain in his heart was still present, making every beat burn like hell itself. Even if the poor man tried to hide his true emotions from his friends, he wasn’t able to do it. Ohno and Mori (or more Jun, because that was this man’s real name) did everything to make him feel better, and he was really grateful for that, but somehow he wanted to dive in his own ache, even if it was for a while. Unfortunately that while changed into days, then in weeks.
“I can’t look at him in this state… We have to do something…”
“And what do you want to do? Kidnap Sakurai again?” Ohno hissed looking straight in Jun’s eyes. “Listen, we can’t do anything except helping him to forget.”
“I can help him to get into the palace quietly… I remember few things, you know? I was in the President’s residence very often, still don’t know why though… But I know…”
“No! End of discussion!”
“But Ohno-sensei…”
“I said no! It’ll cause him even more pain! I understand your reasons, but try to understand mine… He can’t…” Satoshi couldn’t finish the sentence because Masaki went into the room. He looked like death, pale with dark circles under his eyes and fake smile glued on his face. Regarding his mental state he worked properly as always, or even harder, to help people from poor district. Once he even went to the rich precinct to steal some coal; the healer learned about this after Aiba returned. Ohno won’t forget smile on Masaki’s face and the words he had said that night…
I was brave, Satoshi… I didn’t look at the palace even once. It’s painful to remember, but it’s far more painful to forget… Don’t worry, I will forget about him. Maybe not now, but someday I will…
“Don’t fight… I won’t go to Sho… This way will be better… Right Satoshi?” Aiba tried to find some comfort in his friend’s eyes. The doctor just nodded, not able to say a word.
“I know secret entrances in the palace, nobody will see you, you can…”
“Mori, stop…” The healer could make the effort only for whisper.
“No! I can’t let my friend to die out of longing! I can’t let some stupid social differences to destroy that love! I just can’t…” Jun suddenly squeezed his head with hands and knelt, breathing heavily. This pain was familiar; he was sure that he said exact sentence before, but he couldn’t remember where. He saw some face, troubled and caring, but in the same time cold and extraneous. This image disappeared in a millisecond, so he couldn’t catch the details. The last thing he heard before the room became black was his own voice, whispering one word:
“Master…”
***
Jun woke up in Ohno’s bed with slight headache. He wasn’t alone in the room; Aiba was sitting on the edge of the bed and watched his friend closely.
“Are you OK?” Masaki asked with worried face.
“Yes, I just remembered something… Masaki-kun… Can you at least consider my offer? Of course I won’t force you, but please at least think about it… In the worse case you will be able to say proper goodbye… Don’t you want that?”
“Mori-san… I want to see him, God only knows how much! However it’s not a good idea. If I get caught…”
“I know secret trespasses, if you will be careful, everything should be fine. I know that you are cautious every time you are going into the rich district. Masaki, don’t let them destroy the beautiful thing you have here…” The younger man put his hand on Aiba’s chest. He seemed to be really serious about it, but the leader of the poor people still wasn’t convinced. The taller man put the people good above his own, as always; he just couldn’t do it in any other way. “Masaki-kun, but you know that you won’t feel good until you forget. I can help you forget…” Jun pulled his friend closer and placed soft, but wet kiss on his lips. Shocked Aiba jumped off the bed, holding his fingers on lips.
“W-why did you do that?!”
“Because I want to help you! I can’t watch at your sadness anymore! So whether you will go there and meet with Sakurai-san or let me help you in the only way I can…”
“OK, I will go….” Masaki whispered. Then he repeated it louder and louder, smiling like he did before, truly happy. This view could warm any heart, so Jun just smiled and asked for piece of paper and a pencil. After few minutes the map of the palace’s corridors was created and soon Aiba learned all the details he had to know to get to the destination point. Mori couldn’t remember where Sho’s bedroom was, but that wasn’t the biggest problem. The most important issue was to be careful on the guards.
“You are aware that you are venturing into the lion’s den? Please watch out for soldiers.”
“Yes, Mori-san. Thank you for this…” Aiba smiled and pecked Jun’s lips quickly. After that they both laughed and Masaki ran out, this time with his black cape.
The streets were dark already and the sky was clear. Of course it was still cold, but it seemed that winter decided to hide for a while slowly. The poor man didn’t have any problems with getting to the wall and even entering the rich district. He made that many times; he could even walk with his eyes closed. He was almost discovered twice, but he had much luck and in about half an hour he saw the palace’s gate. Aiba stopped for a while, just to calm down his heart; he was about to meet the love of his life after a long separation and he still wasn’t convinced if it was really good idea. Promising himself not to think too much he sneaked into the estate and looking around he managed to get near the building’s wall. According to the map the entrance should be more on the right, just behind the ivy bush. Masaki slowly put his hand between frozen leaves and tried to feel a protruding brick with his fingers. Few minutes and around a liter of sweat later he finally found what he was looking for, pushed the rock and heard dangerously loud sound of moving doors. Praying for staying unnoticed he quickly went into the darkness. As far as Mori said there should be a torch and matches somewhere here, of course if nobody removed it. Fortunately Aiba found needed things fast and looking carefully on the map he started to walk through the narrow corridors. After a while he got to the right entrance, but he had to also make sure that nobody will see him. When he was certain that the hallway is empty he silently sneaked out and head straight to Sho’s bedroom. He wanted to open the door, but he heard some voices inside, so he froze.
“But you have to eat, Sakurai! Your father said that he won’t send you dinner up here again…”
“Then I won’t eat. Can you go now, Ninomiya? I want to be alone…”
“As you wish…” The man called ‘Ninomiya’ came out from the room, but he was turned away from Masaki and headed in opposite direction, so the poor man left unspotted. Sighing from relief he rushed to the Sho’s room and closed the door.
“You should eat properly…” Aiba said giggling from the president’s son’s face. He never thought that human can be so surprised from any reason. He wanted to say something more, but Sho’s lips smashed his in powerful kiss. The older man’s tongue started to rapidly taste his lover’s flavor, like if it weren’t days but years since they met the last time. Masaki broke the kiss and pushed gently Sakurai away.
“Easy, you will suffocate me…”
“How…? Why…?” The older man couldn’t precise the questions properly, what made Aiba laugh.
“Let me think… How? You have tons of secret corridors here, and I managed to get a map. Why? Because I missed you so much that I almost died. I had to see you, even if it is our last time…” The taller man sighed and pierced the floor with his eyes. He imagined this moment many times; what will he say, how will he act, but in this very moment he didn’t know what to do. That’s why he was standing in silence until he felt soft kisses on his hands, gentle pecks on his fingers and delicate licks on his wrist. Suddenly Sakurai hugged him and whispered straight to his ear, tickling the earlobe:
“I missed you to, Masaki…” Sho’s lips rested on Aiba’s neck, nibbling it slowly what made the taller man moan; he pressed his body against the president’s son’s, wanting to become one. With impatient rush the older man took of his lover’s cape and shirt, continuing his wet journey on Masaki’s chest, sucking his nipples and reaching the birthmark. The leader of the poor people put his hands on his beloved man’s neck and stroke it gently. He wanted to remember every touch, every kiss, every scent for the rest of his life. Meanwhile Sakurai started to head lower with his tongue, reaching Aiba’s navel and edge of the pants; after quick look into the taller man’s almond eyes, Sho pulled down the breeches along with briefs and exposed the most wanted semi-hard part of his lover’s body. The president’s son licked tip of Masaki’s member before taking it to his mouth and sucking it while twirling his tongue around it. Every move made Aiba moan with pleasure, so he bit his lips to remain silent and clenched his fingers, driving his nails in the top of cabinet he was leaning on.
“You don’t need to be quiet, nobody will hear you here.” Sakurai muttered between the sucks, and that encouraged Masaki to let out all of the desire he felt in this moment. Sho gradually increased the strength and sucked him harder, while he was looking for his lover’s entrance with his fingers. He rubbed the hole in circular motions and slowly inserted one finger. Aiba was at first torn between pleasure and slight pain, but soon enough he relaxed, focusing on those lips around his manhood and sweet tongue that drove him crazy. He barely could feel second finger invading him; his hands went on Sho’s head, pulling his hair.
“Sho-kun… I’m about to come…” He breathed out, but that just made Sakurai go even wilder. The older man scissored Masaki while sucking and licking off all the cum dry.
“Let’s go to bed…” The president’s son whispered straight to Aiba’s lips, kissed it in rush and took his lover’s hand, pulling him towards the lying. The taller man lay down on his back, but Sho turned him around and placed soft butterfly kisses on his dimples just above his butt. Masaki heard distant click of the bottle with lube and soon after that a whisper:
“This time I won’t cause you any pain… Relax…” Sakurai gently separated Aiba’s cheeks and he entered slowly, feeling the sweet tightness around him and being grateful that this time he can be rougher than before without any worries. Sho started to thrust in slow rhythm at first, increasing the tempo when he felt that Masaki is more and more relaxed. He didn’t want to act too fast though, so he stopped once in a while, kissing the taller man’s back and whispering his name. When it seemed that the president’s son was finally on the edge, he turned his lover around again and kissed him gently; soon after that he went into the tight hole again and thrusted, this time in mad pace, looking at beloved face underneath. Sakurai’s hand landed on Aiba’s hips, squeezing them a bit. Masaki moaned every time when Sho hit his right spot, wanting more and more when finally he felt warm liquid filling him and his lover weight on his body. Both of them were breathing heavily, and the taller man started to shiver a bit.
“Everything’s OK? Are you cold?” The older man asked with concern.
“Yes, but just a little.” Few seconds later Aiba was cover in warm blanket and embraced by his lover’s arms. It was good, too good, to be able to just lie like this, leaving the cold world outside.
“Sho-kun… Are you sleeping?” Masaki whispered and he heard only quiet muttering as an answer. “I love you, Sho-kun…”
“I love you too Masaki… Now let’s get some rest…” The older man kissed his beloved man’s forehead and hugged him tighter; however the poor man couldn’t sleep. He was fully aware that he has to go back soon, before the dawn, but he wanted to stay like this for a little while longer. Few minutes later he was dressing up quietly, trying not to wake his lover up, but probably Sakurai couldn’t sleep either, because his voice surprised Aiba.
“Are you going? Can’t you stay a little longer?”
“You already know the answer… I have to go back before the sunrise, this way will be safer.”
“Will you come again?” Was it only Masaki’s imagination or did he really hear a trace of fear in Sho’s voice? The taller man sighed and tried to search the proper words in his head. The truth was that he wanted to come here one more time and again… but it was dangerous. He was almost caught tonight! “You don’t need to answer… I know… But please, come again in 2 weeks from now. It’s long enough to not be suspicious and I think that I will handle that much without you. I love you…”
“I love you to, Sho-kun, but we can’t live like this… Maybe we should…” Aiba couldn’t finish the sentence, because Sakurai’s fingers landed on his lips.
“Don’t you dare to even think about it! Just come here, and I will try to think of some solution.”
The taller man couldn’t oppose anymore. Even if it was the worst option he could choose, he decided to fight for his love. After passionate kiss he ran out the Sho’s bedroom and soon he found himself on the other side of the wall, heading home with satisfaction and fear.