Eerie Queerie (Mikuni/Ichi)
Story Title: Unexpected Help
Author: revolutionetude
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: There are small spoilers for books 1 and 3 and a major one for book 4. If you haven't read the series yet but want to, you probably shouldn't read this.
Author's note: It didn't really turn out the way I originally planned it to but hopefully it's still okay. The story takes place sometime after book four.
Unexpected Help
Ichi smiled as he slid under the covers of his futon. Festivals were his favorite time. They were an excuse to get pleasantly or unpleasantly drunk and then sleep most of the next day away in the tranquility of temple. Not yet tired he glanced at his watch. The dull green glow of the numbers read 1 AM.
He wondered if Mitsuo was still awake. Not that it mattered or would make a difference Hasunuma would be hovering nearby as over protective as ever. Ichi sighed and turned over. He couldn’t stop thinking about Mistuo, his smiling face, his naivete, and his caring nature. It had been Mitsuo who had helped yank Ichi out of his depression. At first he had thought that his attraction to Mitsuo was a lingering residue of Natsuko’s possession, but since then he hadn’t found girls attractive at all. Mistuo was the only one who had held his interest since Natsuko’s death. Nothing, not even Mitsuo and Hasunuma becoming an official couple had changed that.
Ichi turned to lie on his back. His hands felt cold so he slid them under the covers and let them rest on his stomach. He thought of the time he was appointed as the “Shinto ritualist” and held an arrow at the outer shrine. Mistuo had been the first diaper-clad young man to run up the steps and grab the arrow. In his excitement Mitsuo had hugged Ichi. Ichi remember the way it had felt, the warm embrace on such a cold day, the scent of Mitsuo so close to him. He felt his body embrace that feeling. Slowly he let a hand slide down under the waistband of his pants. He gripped his cock firmly and pumped his hand slowly thinking first of the way Mitsuo felt that day, practically naked, embracing him. Then he thought of the way he would feel if Mitsuo were the one jerking him off. His pace increased into a steady rhythm. He rarely ever masturbated, most of his life had been filled with a terrible guilt that had slowly eroded away his ability to feel happy, to do things that made him feel happy, until he had met Mitsuo, or more specifically, Mitsuo had barged into his life. Ichi cursed softly to himself for never being forward enough or outgoing enough to explain to Mitsuo his true feelings. He fought the negative thoughts away with an image of Mitsuo naked, sitting in front of him, smiling his warm contented smile. He wondered what it would feel like to be inside Mitsuo or what it would feel like for Mitsuo to be inside of him. He didn’t think he would mind that much, if Mitsuo wanted that. Ichi began to moan. He wanted Mitsuo so badly it hurt. If Hasunuma was always the seme in the relationship maybe Ichi had a chance at being Mitsuo’s uke. Ichi used his free hand to slide his pants off letting the rhythm of his other hand falter only slightly. He sat forward on his knees, knocking the covers away. He bent forward and started to slide his finger into his opening. Somewhere outside the pleasure filled haze of his mind his senses registered movement. Ichi turned to the face the doorway and jolted in shock.
There stood Mikuni, wearing only a pair of boxers, smoking a cigarette, a curious smile plastered across his face.
“Your sexual frustration is very loud.” Mikuni smiled. “I think I can help you.”
Ichi glared up at Mikuni as he held the blanket bunched in front of him to hide his erection. He could feel a blush creep rapidly across his face.
“I don’t want your-“
Mikuni cut him off his cat like smile turning into a frown. “I could tell Mitsuo what you’ve been doing in here and thinking.”
Ichi paled, looked at the floor, and then nodded his head in agreement. Mikuni’s frown turned back into a slightly less predatorial smile as he pulled the blanket off. Ichi’s blush turned crimson. Mikuni’s smile softened, he knew Ichi was a private person by nature, but he also knew that Ichi was incredibly lonely.
“Good, keep going then. I’ll be right back.” Ichi turned away from the open door and Mikuni’s quickly vanishing figure. His face burned with shame and anger at himself for being caught by Mikuni of all people. He started again, slower this time, his body now rigid and cold from embarrassment. He closed his eyes in an attempt to shut out his emotions. Maybe just maybe Mikuni wouldn’t come back.
But he did, a reassuring touch to Ichi’s shoulders let him know that. Mikuni knelt down in front of Ichi holding a small bottle in his hands. Ichi opened his eyes and looked at Mikuni. There was sincerity in his eyes that he’d never seen before.
“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? But I’ll need you to relax for me if you want this to be as enjoyable as possible. Now, do you want to do this facing me or facing away from me?”
“Away,” Ichi muttered.
Mikuni helped Ichi to stand. He opened the bottle and poured some of its contents onto his hands and Ichi’s erection. Slowly he continued Ichi’s previous ministrations. Ichi tried to give himself over to the sensation. He could feel the shame and anger melting away. His body temperature rose. His breathing increased. So this was what it felt like to be touched. Once Mikuni was sure that Ichi had relaxed enough he slid a lubricated finger inside. At first Ichi clenched his muscles and shivered but after a few moments he relaxed and let Mikuni move freely. The combined sensations were beginning to feel good. Ichi moaned as Mikuni removed his finger and then slid two in. Ichi began to sway to the movements of Mikuni’s hands. He felt a drop of sweat trail down his back, the pleasure and warmth mixed so exquisitely, he knew he was close. He wrapped his hands around Mikunis and moved them faster. As he climaxed this sense of relief and pleasure filled him as he realized he was no longer even thinking of Mitsuo or even Natsuko. For once in his life he was living completely in a moment, there was no guilt, no anger, just pleasure.
Ichi felt himself being placed back into bed. In his exhausted state he looked up at Mikuni and smiled.
“Thanks.” He whispered.
Mikuni bent down and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Anytime.”
Author: revolutionetude
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: There are small spoilers for books 1 and 3 and a major one for book 4. If you haven't read the series yet but want to, you probably shouldn't read this.
Author's note: It didn't really turn out the way I originally planned it to but hopefully it's still okay. The story takes place sometime after book four.
Unexpected Help
Ichi smiled as he slid under the covers of his futon. Festivals were his favorite time. They were an excuse to get pleasantly or unpleasantly drunk and then sleep most of the next day away in the tranquility of temple. Not yet tired he glanced at his watch. The dull green glow of the numbers read 1 AM.
He wondered if Mitsuo was still awake. Not that it mattered or would make a difference Hasunuma would be hovering nearby as over protective as ever. Ichi sighed and turned over. He couldn’t stop thinking about Mistuo, his smiling face, his naivete, and his caring nature. It had been Mitsuo who had helped yank Ichi out of his depression. At first he had thought that his attraction to Mitsuo was a lingering residue of Natsuko’s possession, but since then he hadn’t found girls attractive at all. Mistuo was the only one who had held his interest since Natsuko’s death. Nothing, not even Mitsuo and Hasunuma becoming an official couple had changed that.
Ichi turned to lie on his back. His hands felt cold so he slid them under the covers and let them rest on his stomach. He thought of the time he was appointed as the “Shinto ritualist” and held an arrow at the outer shrine. Mistuo had been the first diaper-clad young man to run up the steps and grab the arrow. In his excitement Mitsuo had hugged Ichi. Ichi remember the way it had felt, the warm embrace on such a cold day, the scent of Mitsuo so close to him. He felt his body embrace that feeling. Slowly he let a hand slide down under the waistband of his pants. He gripped his cock firmly and pumped his hand slowly thinking first of the way Mitsuo felt that day, practically naked, embracing him. Then he thought of the way he would feel if Mitsuo were the one jerking him off. His pace increased into a steady rhythm. He rarely ever masturbated, most of his life had been filled with a terrible guilt that had slowly eroded away his ability to feel happy, to do things that made him feel happy, until he had met Mitsuo, or more specifically, Mitsuo had barged into his life. Ichi cursed softly to himself for never being forward enough or outgoing enough to explain to Mitsuo his true feelings. He fought the negative thoughts away with an image of Mitsuo naked, sitting in front of him, smiling his warm contented smile. He wondered what it would feel like to be inside Mitsuo or what it would feel like for Mitsuo to be inside of him. He didn’t think he would mind that much, if Mitsuo wanted that. Ichi began to moan. He wanted Mitsuo so badly it hurt. If Hasunuma was always the seme in the relationship maybe Ichi had a chance at being Mitsuo’s uke. Ichi used his free hand to slide his pants off letting the rhythm of his other hand falter only slightly. He sat forward on his knees, knocking the covers away. He bent forward and started to slide his finger into his opening. Somewhere outside the pleasure filled haze of his mind his senses registered movement. Ichi turned to the face the doorway and jolted in shock.
There stood Mikuni, wearing only a pair of boxers, smoking a cigarette, a curious smile plastered across his face.
“Your sexual frustration is very loud.” Mikuni smiled. “I think I can help you.”
Ichi glared up at Mikuni as he held the blanket bunched in front of him to hide his erection. He could feel a blush creep rapidly across his face.
“I don’t want your-“
Mikuni cut him off his cat like smile turning into a frown. “I could tell Mitsuo what you’ve been doing in here and thinking.”
Ichi paled, looked at the floor, and then nodded his head in agreement. Mikuni’s frown turned back into a slightly less predatorial smile as he pulled the blanket off. Ichi’s blush turned crimson. Mikuni’s smile softened, he knew Ichi was a private person by nature, but he also knew that Ichi was incredibly lonely.
“Good, keep going then. I’ll be right back.” Ichi turned away from the open door and Mikuni’s quickly vanishing figure. His face burned with shame and anger at himself for being caught by Mikuni of all people. He started again, slower this time, his body now rigid and cold from embarrassment. He closed his eyes in an attempt to shut out his emotions. Maybe just maybe Mikuni wouldn’t come back.
But he did, a reassuring touch to Ichi’s shoulders let him know that. Mikuni knelt down in front of Ichi holding a small bottle in his hands. Ichi opened his eyes and looked at Mikuni. There was sincerity in his eyes that he’d never seen before.
“I’m not going to hurt you, okay? But I’ll need you to relax for me if you want this to be as enjoyable as possible. Now, do you want to do this facing me or facing away from me?”
“Away,” Ichi muttered.
Mikuni helped Ichi to stand. He opened the bottle and poured some of its contents onto his hands and Ichi’s erection. Slowly he continued Ichi’s previous ministrations. Ichi tried to give himself over to the sensation. He could feel the shame and anger melting away. His body temperature rose. His breathing increased. So this was what it felt like to be touched. Once Mikuni was sure that Ichi had relaxed enough he slid a lubricated finger inside. At first Ichi clenched his muscles and shivered but after a few moments he relaxed and let Mikuni move freely. The combined sensations were beginning to feel good. Ichi moaned as Mikuni removed his finger and then slid two in. Ichi began to sway to the movements of Mikuni’s hands. He felt a drop of sweat trail down his back, the pleasure and warmth mixed so exquisitely, he knew he was close. He wrapped his hands around Mikunis and moved them faster. As he climaxed this sense of relief and pleasure filled him as he realized he was no longer even thinking of Mitsuo or even Natsuko. For once in his life he was living completely in a moment, there was no guilt, no anger, just pleasure.
Ichi felt himself being placed back into bed. In his exhausted state he looked up at Mikuni and smiled.
“Thanks.” He whispered.
Mikuni bent down and kissed him gently on the lips.
“Anytime.”