Ocean Avenue

Hiruma stared at the window of the hotel room he currently sat in, glaring at his own reflection against Tokyo's nighttime skyline. He did not care that he had raised a few thousand Yen out of his fund to set this up, he did not care that the fucking mother hen had told him he looked gorgeous in his current out, he simply cursed her for still having that much power over him to make him do this without second thoughts.

"I can't do this in my current state," she had said to him one week ago, "and I know he'd like to have a present from you that would be hard to forget." Hiruma had wanted to roll his eyes and told her they had done things like that before so many times that even he had lost track. He admitted that those times were always great.

"That's why I am asking you to do this," Mamori had pressed on. "I'd give you money, everything, really. I just know that he would deny any hooker without second thinking. But it's different with you."

"Oh, so I'm just a high-class whore to you then?" Hiruma had asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He had snorted when she had winced at his harsh words.

"No… you aren't. But… Look, I'm only asking you of this, I won't ever ask anything of you ever again and I know that Gen will still see you when we're married because… because the bond that you share is deeper than anything we could ever have," she had explained, caressing her growing belly thoughtfully. Her eyes had shone with a sadness that only women possessed and that even Hiruma was weak to.

So, he had sighed and scratched the back of his head as he thought all of this over. "Fine. Have it as you like. But you pick the clothes for me."

Now he sat there with the result of her shopping spree. He bet it had not been cheap at all and she had had to buy two of those, one for herself and well, one for him. At least he had been able to contribute to this stupid idea with some of his money. Not that he cared much about it anyways.

Staring at himself in the mirror, Hiruma decided that he did not like White much for a reason. Still, it was tradition to wear it on such a day, so he did not think too much about it. Thankfully, Mamori had not picked some of these "other" Whites for him like apricot or rosé. Pink was only good if you wore it as an apron, it was nothing for this occasion, at least in Hiruma's opinion.

For a while, Hiruma continued to muse over the reason why he was doing this again. He came to the conclusion that he had a bad conscience about a lot of things. Not that he would ever openly admit it, mind it.

But he felt guilty for causing so much pain for the two people he probably cared about most in the world. And that's why he decided it was his turn to suffer for a while. He thought of the one-way ticket to Hawaii in his suitcase for a plane that would leave tomorrow morning and told himself again that this would be the best for all of them. He would not stand between Musashi and Mamori and their wish for a happy family anymore and maybe he would be able to forget about both of them, too.

A clean cut he decided it to be. It was not like there had ever been feelings involved between them. He knew they both were not the type for pretty words, but words like "I like you" or "I love you" were never said between them. So, it was easy for Hiruma to assume that it was just the sex. Nothing more, nothing less.

Damn it, he had even said "I like you" once, when he had been together with Mamori. And that relationship had not been as deep as the one he had had with Musashi.

Thus, he had to leave. He knew that he would come back to the other, forcing him to do things that would endanger his perfect little family, but as Hiruma knew him, he would probably give in easily, without much persuasion. As long as he was around, he would be a temptation. That was why he had to leave.

But before that, he would give himself – and Musashi – a nice good-bye gift. He already got Mamori the dress and he did this because she asked him to, so that was more than enough. But he knew nothing that he could give to Musashi besides this, thus it was the easiest and best choice. Also, it would be the best way to remember his lover like this, probably with a little pain in his ass, too.

Hiruma grinned to himself as he recalled the last times he dressed up. On the days afterwards, he was always unable to walk properly, but the sex made definitely up for it. In fact, those were the times when they had the best sex ever. Sometimes it was so good that he even forgot why he had dressed up in the first place, but well. This definitely would not happen this time. This very last time he would do something like that.

Or so he had vowed to himself.

~*~

When Musashi finally showed up, it was way past midnight. Hiruma had already considered leaving without giving him his parting gift, taking off these ridiculous clothes, but every time he finally decided to do it, he told himself that Musashi would come, because he had told Sena and the Fucking Fatty to drag him up should the stupid old man fall asleep somewhere in his own vomit.

But Hiruma had been wrong about that. Instead, he found Musashi walking into the room on his own two legs, looking surprisingly sober, although he sure did not smell like it.

"…Hiruma? Is that you?"

"Yeah, who did you expect? The Easter bunny?" Hiruma grumbled, slightly pissed off because he had to wait so long.

"Well, no, but," Musashi started, then looked Hiruma up and down, frowning as he did so. "I definitely didn't expect you to wear a wedding gown. Especially not one day before the wedding."

He laughed good-naturedly, walking over to Hiruma, who wore a simple dress – coming down to it – but it was pretty nevertheless. A white corset kept his shoulders bare, as well as his arms except for a pair of satin gloves that went up to his elbows. He was also wearing a white billowy skirt with two underskirts and many frills that peeked out from underneath. His hair was straightened a bit and put up into a tight little knot with a white pin holding it all together.

Musashi tried hard not to, but thanks to this breathtaking sight and the amount of alcohol in his blood, he staged a few times as he walked over. Hiruma wrinkled his nose when he smelled the alcohol on Musashi, but he did not protest when the other put his arms around his waist, pulling him close.

"Thank your fucking fiancé, old man," he grumbled instead, just to bite back a moan when Musashi proceeded to rob him off his breath by kissing him soundly. When they broke apart, he was so much out of breath that he needed a few moments to steady himself.

"Hm, what would you say? Have I been a good guy for sending away the hooker that my friends paid for seducing me just to have sex with a guy dressed in a wedding gown like some fucked up bride-fantasy I have?" Musashi slurred, obviously more drunk than he let on.

"No, you're stupid," Hiruma snorted. "Really, you the most foolish person I have ever met."

"Still, you're doing this for me," Musashi pointed out, pulling Hiruma closer with his hands on his ass. The blond gasped as he crashed their crotches together. "Guess you must be even stupider than I am."

"Probably," Hiruma mumbled inaudibly as Musashi kissed him again. It was a sloppy kiss, nothing planned or well-aimed like the ones they usually shared, but something raw and primal.

"Gods, you're so sexy in dresses," the older one mumbled dreamily after he broke the kiss. Hiruma took advantage of the man raveling in his beauty and pushed him back up against the nearest wall, where he took over the kiss and slipped one gloved hand onto the other's crotch, massaging him impatiently as he tried to find a hair-free spot on his neck to leave a mark on.

Musashi moaned, his hand moving up onto Hiruma's shoulders involuntarily and uncontrollably. But the other understood quickly and knelt down in front of him, making quick work of his belt and zipper, so his pants and boxers were soon lying on the floor. Hiruma's hands – inside those white satin gloves – felt perfect on his hot cock, a little cooling and soft, but also rough since their fabric was nothing compared to his hands, that were calloused from throwing footballs uncountable times, but still soft compared to his own worker hands.

Just as he had finished comparing the feel of their hands, Hiruma put his mouth around his cock, sharp teeth carefully in check as he descended down on it until his nose touched Musashi's stomach. The older looking man made a conscious effort not to move too much, to not shove his cock deeper into the blond's mouth, because he knew that Hiruma was doing his best not to gag on him.

Then he started bobbing his head up and down, using just the right pressure with his tongue to massage him in just the right places. Musashi threw his head back so that it bumped against the wall, feeling Hiruma's hands and mouth on him. Those hands moved from where they were steadying him on his hips down to his balls, massaging them roughly, but gently, just the way Hiruma knew he could get off Musashi the fastest way. He also slipped one hand between the older one's ass-cheeks and Musashi knew that he would have inserted a finger to trigger his prostrate had he not been wearing those gloves.

Still, it did not take the blond long to get the darker haired one off. With a primal growl, Musashi shot his load inside Hiruma's waiting mouth, who – against everything he usually did – swallowed all of it and wiped the last small drops off the corner of his mouth. He looked up with a raised eyebrow, expecting Musashi to say something, but the older man was still a little too far off.

After a few breaths, Musashi simply pulled him up and kissed him once again hard on the lips. He moaned, as he tasted his own seed inside Hiruma's mouth, something that had not happened very often in their relationship, but he decided he liked his. He then proceeded to explore the blond's mouth further as he stepped out of his pants and maneuvered them both towards the bed, where he threw the other down on the covers, pushing up the skirt as far as he could. Thanks to the ruffles though he did not get very far though, but it was enough to catch a glimpse of the underwear that Hiruma was wearing.

"Hm, garters…" the older looking man purred, rubbing his cheek against Hiruma's white satin-covered crotch while some of the ruffles fell back in place over him. The blond pulled them up again so that he would be able to see the other's head, but Musashi had already gone to work.

He pulled down the sating string that Hiruma was wearing, freeing his erection that had already been looking out underneath the thin garment. After the panties landed somewhere on the other side of the room, Musashi pushed up Hiruma's legs, so that he was almost bent in two and started licking his asshole.

"Shit!" Hiruma cursed and threw his head back into the cushions. Musashi gave his asshole a good, hard, long licking, so good that he almost came from that alone. But the ruffles of his skirt got in the way most of the time, so before the blond was able to feel really comfortable, they had both gotten frustrated with it.

"Take it off!" Musashi commanded while Hiruma was already searching for the little zipper on his left side. Once he had found it and pulled it down, Musashi was very impatient to pull it off his body and the skirt landed somewhere close to the panties. This left him only with the corset of the gown, the garter belt and stockings and the gloves so that his most vulnerable places were more than just open to the other man.

Said man continued where he left off, pushing Hiruma's legs upwards as he proceeded to eat out his ass. This time, he had one free hand though and he used that one to part his ass-cheeks further, then lube it up with his saliva just before he pushed his middle finger inside the wet and tight hole. Hiruma moaned, biting his lip when Musashi impatiently inserted a second finger, unintentionally hurting the blond a bit, but nothing serious. He made up by massaging his prostate a second later though.

"Che, you wanna get even for me making you come so quickly?" Hiruma gasped, but not really caring much.

Musashi was too busy trying to push his tongue inside Hiruma's asshole though which stopped him from talking and also prevented Hiruma from complaining any further. The blond all but squeaked, hands moving from covering his mouth to be buried inside the other's hair, until he came with a roar, shooting his load all over himself, thus ruining the white corset. Not that he had expected otherwise.

Musashi grinned as he climbed back up, kissing the other sloppily as his lips felt a little numb from the prior exercise. Hiruma glared at him, but was too spent to actually say something. Meanwhile the other was playing with his softening erection, his own standing out against the white sheets of the hotel bed. He had this predatory look in his eyes that he only got when he had something in mind.

"Now bend over, bitch, so that I can fuck you properly," Musashi mumbled, the grin still on his face.

Normally, Hiruma would have been offended by this name, but his mind was gone so far that he did not really care. In fact, he thought that Musashi had every right in the world to insult him, for several reasons. Also, he felt just like a bitch in heat, but that was a general effect Musashi was having on him.

"What should I bend over, oh great fucking master?" Hiruma mocked him nevertheless, because that was just the way he was.

"Put your hands against the wall, that will do," Musashi said as he took the lube off the bedside table and coated himself. For a few moments he watched how Hiruma tried to turn around, balanced on his weak knees and then braced himself against the wall. He coated his fingers with lube and pushed two of them inside the still slightly open hole.

Moaning, Hiruma pushed himself back, his own erection re-hardening. Musashi watched him intently, following the lines of the garter belt and the straps to the stockings as his fingers moved in and out more smoothly with every second, inserting another one when it was loose enough. Then, he removed his fingers and pulled the other's pelvis back, so that he had easy access. With one swift motion and a bit of drunken fumbling beforehand, he pushed inside the tight hot tunnel.

Hiruma cursed and Musashi grunted, but together they moved in unison until Musashi decided that he did not like this position anymore. Thus he slipped out without prior warning and lay down on the other side of the bed. Hiruma understood what he wanted to do without asking and just sat down on his cock again, riding him like he had never done before. He changed his rhythm frequently, going slower and faster from time to time until he felt Musashi's hands on his hips urging him own. Damn, those hands were a massive turn-on and Hiruma almost missed how he moved faster to complete his own orgasm. Clawing on the other's chest, he came with another primal roar, feeling how Musashi shot his load inside of him after a few more thrusts.

~*~

They had sex a few more times that night, until Musashi passed out from exhaustion. Hiruma shook his head at the other's lack of stamina, but then again his ass felt so worn out that he feared he would not be able to go to the toilet normally for the next few days. At least this was all over now.

While his lover and soon going to be husband of Mamori, the fucking girl, slept peacefully, Hiruma took a shower, folded the wedding gown and wondered what to do with it, just to decide to keep it where it was, with Sleeping Beauty there. Then he redressed in his normal clothes and got ready to take his leave, but not without taking a moment to watch Musashi sleeping for a few moments.

It made Hiruma wonder if he had made the right decision, leaving his friends without a warning. It made him wonder if it was the right decision to leave Musashi like that, with a very able wife that would probably be able to give him lots of children and a good reputation that he needed for his job.

Finally he realized why he was doing all this.

He would not be able to stand the pain.

While it was not as if he was unable to live with physical pain or some mindfuck's schemes, he would not be able to see his friends, the people that were closest to them, live a lie. A lie that would only be endangered by his sheer presence. So, the only logical way to keep this lie alive was for him to vanish from the surface of the earth, at least for them.

His resolve hardened like that, he got up to take his final leave when he felt a strong grip on his wrist suddenly. He turned around to looked annoyed at Musashi, who was still fast asleep, and tried to pry his hand away when the other startled to mumble something in his sleep.

"Please… don't ever leave me, okay?" The man mumbled, obviously dreaming about something. "Hiruma, you hear me?" The blond froze as he heard his name. "You just… can't leave, you know? I… I love you and I need you by my side…"

All color drained from Hiruma's face at those three words that Musashi had just mumbled. Even if they were in his sleep, his name was connected to them and he knew for a fact that Musashi did not lie in his sleep. But why did he just say those words now? After all these years that they had been together without even thinking about saying them at all? Why now that Hiruma had already closed this chapter of his life?

"Fucking old man, you know just how to shake me off my path, don't you?" the blond mumbled as he pried his hand away with a sigh. Those three words were just another reason for him to leave, as he was now even surer that he would endanger the perfect marriage of Takekura Gen and Mamori by his pure presence.

He leaned down to plant a kiss on the sleeping man's forehead. "I promise I'll be back… but don't expect me too soon, you hear me? Now have your perfect live for the rest of the world… Until I take what has always been mine."

Then he turned his back to the sleeping man and left the room without taking another glance back.

The next days, the billboard press was all full with the fairy-tale marriage of Takekura Gen and Mamori.