[Multi-chapter] Oretachi no chikara (13/??)
Title: Oretachi no chikara (Our power)
Authors: tsuchi8562
Beta & Plot Bunny: yuuki_saya Arigatou~!
Pairing: SakurAiba, MastuMiya, Ohno
Genre: Fantasy, AU, Romance
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: We don't own them. Not that we don't want to though...
*MASTERPOST*
Aiba woke up in dark room, without any source of light, with a slight headache. He touched his head and found something sticky, probably his own blood. At first he couldn’t remember a thing, but in few seconds the memories flashed in front of his eyes with the speed of the light. The guards took him away before he could meet Sho; he saw Sakurai only for a blink of an eye and then possibly he was hit. Nothing makes sense know; it seems that the soldiers were waiting for him, but why? Who told them? The only person who knew about his visit was the president’s son… No, it’s impossible! Is it? Was he betrayed again by the person he loved the most? Familiar pain occurred in his chest; the same problems with breathing… He needs to calm down! It’s not the place or time for sadness; the most important is to think a way out of here, wherever he was.
Masaki didn’t know how much time he spent in the palace’s dungeon, were it hours or days? Did his friends already know where he is? Are they worried? He needs to get out, desperately.
“Hello…?” The poor man whispered, but only an echo answered. He was definitely alone, except of two red rat’s eyes, blinking in the dark.
***
It was way too long. Aiba should come back by now; the dawn was about to come in less than two hours. Mori was walking back and forth on Ohno’s kitchen and tried to think clearly. His friend promised him that he will back before the sunrise, like previous time. Could he be caught? Cold chills ran down man’s back. If he was really captured, he is whether dead or kept in the prison, and the first option seemed to be way better.
“He isn’t back yet?” Satoshi asked without any emotions in his voice. He predicted something like that, but that wasn’t important now.
“No… Ohno-sensei, I will go there and bring him back. Even if it’ll be only his body…” Silence that filled the room after that sentence was physically painful. They both knew that Mori/Jun can be right and Aiba could be dead already, but at least he deserved a respectful funeral. They didn’t want to lose hope just yet though.
“Mori, you know that it’s dangerous.”
“Yes, but what else can we do? I promise to bring him back before people will notice that he’s gone. We can think of some lie in the worst case. Ohno-sensei, I don’t want to be a hyena, but I think that if Aiba-san is dead we need to think of some story to tell the people. We can’t say that he was murdered by the rich ones! It would bring us war…”
“I understand… Go, but please, be careful. And go back as soon as possible!” The healer hugged his friend and patted his back. After a while he saw the taller man running into the darkness; the sky on the east became blue though…
Getting into the rich district wasn’t a problem. The man knew the entrances; he even remembered shortcuts to the palace. Human’s mind is amazing!
Jun stopped just before the fence, breathing heavily from the effort and trying to remember (or just guess) where the prison may be. The image hit him with knock-out power; he had to kneel and bite his lips just not to scream out of pain he felt in his temples.
Darkness and sound of dropping water… It was so cold, that he shivered all the time. His only companions were rats, which stole food from him… Of course if he was that lucky to have any. Suddenly he was blinded by a light: the door was open and somebody came in, in silence. The prisoner couldn’t see a thing, he was held in the black room far too long and his eyes weaned from the sunlight. He could only feel somebody’s fingers on his cheeks; the touch lasted for a second when he was left alone again. Alone…
Dozen of hands, hitting him… Pain… Blood… They finally stopped, probably because they thought that he is dead.
“Let’s return that garbage to the place it belongs!” Some hateful voice hissed and spit right in his face.
Mori shook his head to get rid of those memories; it wasn’t the time or place for remembering his past! He needs to save his friend. Somehow he was sure that Aiba is alive. Maybe they wanted to kill him, but if Jun was on their place he would do it with an audience. Killing the leader of the enemies should scare the hell out of them. Fortunately that painful image helped him to get into the palace right from the west side - near the dungeon. Watching out on the guards he was walking slowly on the corridors, hiding his face under a hood. A while later he got to the thick metal door that leaded to the underground, opened it and he was about to run down, when he heard a voice.
“Who are you?!” He knew this voice… He wanted to hear it again, just to make sure, so he didn’t answer. “I asked you about something! Are you deaf?! Reveal your face!”
The images hit him hard with unstoppable avalanche, but this time they weren’t painful… Quite opposite…
Jun’s body stopped to listen to his brain; he slowly took of the hood and looking straight in the person’s eyes at first he knelt and bowed, whispering softly:
“I’m home, Ninomiya-sama”
***
“Welcome home, Ninomiya-sama!” Jun smiled and knelt right before his master. He was wearing purple kimono, the one his owner loved so much. Yes, ‘owner’ was the most correct word. Ninomiya bought him from Yoshiwara, because he wanted to have this man, who knelt in front of him, only for himself. He just couldn’t stand the thought that Jun can be touched by someone’s filthy fingers; it was way too terrifying to handle. Ninomiya didn’t care about the money; just having him near was enough.
“I’m back.” Kazunari placed the kiss on his lover’s lips. “Weren’t you bored?”
“No… I just visited my old home… Don’t worry; I didn’t come back to work! Although I was the most wanted courtesan…” The taller man just loved to tease, because he knew that he will be… rewarded afterwards. This time he wasn’t wrong either; soon he felt soft stroking on his neck followed by kisses and licks. It was so pleasurable that he moaned quietly, putting his hands on Ninomiya’s head.
“No-one will ever want you the way I do…” Those words tickled Jun’s earlobe while he felt that his hands are tied up to the bed’s frame. That was the way he wanted it, the way he needed it, sweet surrender… Kazunari knew well what he was doing, undressing his lover. “Now, Matsumoto-sama… What did you say just now?”
“That I am the most wanted…” Jun whispered impatiently, craving for his master’s touch. Delicate grazes marked his neck’s nape.
“Look, I've laid my claim at the nape of your neck…” Ninomiya muttered softly, moving his fingers with an ice cube lower and lower, stopping just above the navel and heading back up. Jun felt cold just under his left nipple and writhed, letting out fidgety moans. He wanted to ask for more, but he was fully aware that if he does this, the game will be over, so he kept silence. After that endearment, which was painfully slow, his eyes were covered with blindfold, making him rely on the other senses. That simple trick worked, because he felt every touch more and more, and the fact that he didn’t know where Kazunari’s hands will land next was even more exciting. The ice marked his chest, thighs, neck reaching his hard member. That made Jun scream both from pleasure and cold; his master calmed him down though.
“Don’t worry… I will make it hot again in a while…” The vice-president continued this wet journey, but this time with his lips, sucking Matsumoto’s nipples and twirling his tongue around navel finally reaching the swollen flesh. Kazunari licked the tip few times and few seconds later Jun could feel something trying to get into his mouth.
“Be a good boy and give me some pleasure…” The ex-courtesan started to lick Ninomiya’s member, trying to adjust his tongue movements to his master’s pumping. When he felt some juices, the older man patted him on the cheek, showing him this way that it’s enough for now. The next thing he could feel was something warm and wet touching his torso, heading lower and stopping for a while on his manhood, rubbing it and bringing Jun on the edge. Matsumoto screamed again when he felt something extremely cold touching his entrance and he started to withdraw a little, as far as his bonds allowed him to. His cheek burned from a strike, he bit his tongue and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. He wasn’t obeying so he deserved on that punishment. After another while, that seemed to be the eternity, he felt that without any preparations Kazunari is entering him, covered with cold lube. Torn between pleasure and pain Jun synchronized his hips movements with Ninomiya’s tempo, whispering his master’s name. The vice-president’s hand entwined Matsumoto’s member and stroked it in different rhythm that their hips pace, creating even more incredible sensations. Jun moaned for the last time, captured in the sweet waves of orgasm and seconds later he felt that Kazunari’s cum is filling him.
Breathing heavily the vice-president untied his lover and kissed him, licking every part of his lips while removing the blindfold. Surprisingly he didn’t break the kiss, as usual, but he pulled Jun closer and held him tighter.
“I think that I love you…” The older man said with uncertain voice.
“I’ll keep my confessions for the time when you will be sure of that…” The taller man smiled and closed his eyes. This sweet tiredness made him sleepy, and the last thing he could hear was his master’s whisper:
“I love you…”
This relationship was based on trust; it couldn’t be any other way considering their bedroom’s games. They knew that they can tell each other every single thing; however some matters left unspoken, simply because neither of them thought that those are important. Still Matsumoto’s past as a famous courtesan came back in the worst way it could… Few bad people wanted him to go back to his job; nevertheless Yoshiwara wasn’t the same without him; not that shining and glooming as before. Soon enough rumors started to spread around the palace. Servants and few guards were whispering that Jun was sneaking from the President’s residence to get laid with some of his old customers, that’s why he visited his old house. The fact that the owner of the most famous house in Yoshiwara was Matsumoto’s father didn’t mean a thing. Ninomiya didn’t believed that, because he was fully aware of the reasons why his lover was going from time to time to that famous part of the city; however when someone tried to kidnap Jun the vice-president started to be more cautious.
Meanwhile the ex-courtesan started to make friends with president’s son. It was funny story; he caught Sakurai red-handed with the commander of the guards. It wasn’t anything serious, just a kiss, but Sho was really scared that his secret will be revealed. It seemed that it was the first time for the older man, and Matsumoto explain everything about this kind of love to his master’s friend. Everything was perfect; the rumors have stopped and the things backed to normal. Until…
One of ‘benevolent’ citizen wrote a letter to the President himself in which he stated that Jun is visiting the poor district regularly and he is meeting with some old woman there. To prove his rights he attached few pictures to the letter. It was obvious that the man on the photographs was Matsumoto, there were no doubts. Soon Ninomiya received that pictures and he was called along with Jun by his chief. The vice-president was in shock while listening the terrifying news and he was looking from time to time on kneeling man. It looked like spying for him, but he didn’t want to believe it. The taller man was asked about the reason of this sneaking out, but he remained silent, even when Kazunari asked him for explanations. Without any answer Matsumoto was imprisoned; they even tried to torture him to make him confess that he is in fact the poor district’s spy, but that didn’t work.
Jun didn’t know how much time he had spent in the jail, but Ninomiya came only once… He touched his cheek and left without a word; shortly after that the taller man was pulled out of his cell and beaten almost to death by the guards. One of the attackers was the commander who had kissed with Sho. He was the one that said these cruel words:
“Let’s return that garbage to the place it belongs!” Probably they thought that Matsumoto is dead, that’s why they threw him out in the forest where he was found and saved by Ohno.
***
“So you returned to save your friend, right? You sure have the courage.” Ninomiya stated without any particular emotions. He was standing in front of Jun with one hand on his sword, ready to kill if necessary.
“Yes, I am here to help Aiba-san… He is a good man, please release him…” The taller man was still kneeling in deep bow. His body remembered old habits.
“Get out before I will call guards. I am giving you that chance due to the old times. Leave!”
Matsumoto didn’t move. He remembered everything, but he was a different person now. The obedient servant died in that forest, and the independent man was born there. He was sure that he won’t leave without Masaki - dead or alive.
“Are you deaf?! I told you to get out!” The next thing Jun saw was a blink of the blade in front of his eyes.
“I won’t leave without my friend, Ninomiya-sama…” The younger man stood up, proud and that probably surprised Kazunari, because he put his sword back to scabbard. The silence that filled the hall didn’t last for too long, the vice-president broke it.
“I though that you are dead…”
“As you can see I am much alive. Thanks to the people from poor district, especially Aiba-san. I can’t let you kill him…”
“Traitors deserve to die. You should die too in that forest.” Ninomiya was mad. He should call the guards but he didn’t. Matsumoto didn’t even wonder about that; the most important thing was to free Masaki.
“You should believe me back then… I thought that you loved me… Who is the real traitor?” Jun didn’t expect the punch, but that could only mean that he was right. Suddenly some steps were heard in the corridor and the vice-president pulled Matsumoto behind the metal door and in that way they both were on the stairs that leaded to the dungeon. The older man grabbed the other one and pressed him against the wall.
“I am giving you one last chance. Get out of here and never go back!”
“I can’t do that, Ninomiya-sama. That man saved my life and he was with me when my mother had died. I won’t leave him!”
“Your mother? But Matsumoto didn’t have any wife…” Kazunari seemed confused.
“I was adopted by the owner of the most famous house in Yoshiwara. My mother didn’t have enough money to raise me, so she gave me away. I had learned about this just few months before I was put in jail. You thought that I was a spy? For heaven’s sake I didn’t give her even one lousy battery!” Jun started to sniff; he couldn’t cry to the fullest, like he wanted. Suddenly he felt that Ninomiya’s hands are squeezing his cape and that the vice-president pecked his cheek. After a while the older man said:
“You can come to the City Council’s meeting. It’s open for the audience; you will be able to see your friend and take him home when we will finish the interrogation. But then I don’t want to see him near Sho-kun, understood?”
“I’ll try to take care of that, but I can’t promise anything… He is too stubborn… But I can promise that I will try…” That honest answer probably worked, because soon Kazunari left the stairway, asking Jun to wait an hour and go to the meeting hall afterwards. Matsumoto sat on the stairs and trying to surpass the need of running down; he lost himself in memories.
***
Masaki was cold and hungry. He tried to count the seconds to know how long he is here, but the sound of water drops falling from some place was confusing. Aiba still didn’t know why he was discovered. Sakurai’s betrayal was reasonable, but he didn’t want to believe that. He loved Sho and he was sure that his beloved man is feeling the same way. There has to be another reason! Maybe he was spotted while sneaking into the palace? He couldn’t think about it any longer, because the door was open, two guards grabbed him and dragged in unknown direction. The hall was full of people sitting in the audience and watching with disgust in their eyes. The poor man was tied up to a wooden pole and one of the soldiers ripped out his shirt. He tried to look around and find the man he wanted to see the most. Knowing what will happen next he wanted to be encouraged by beloved eyes. Finally he noticed Sho, sitting next to the President with fear written on his face.
“Don’t worry… I’ll be brave” Masaki whispered just before he felt burning pain on his back.