So Many Reasons Why
So many Reasons Why 5
xmlns="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40">
So Many Reasons Why 5
Tal
and Thorn
The bow was
crooked and the one end had been re-done several times, but Kazutaka was rather
proud of his job of wrapping Asato’s birthday gift. And he’d managed to keep it hidden from Saki for the last couple
weeks. This afternoon their father had
thrown Asato a little party, cake and gifts and all. He’d even made sure to schedule his business trip around it.
basis was not for nothing then.
with Father to assist in the purchasing and inventorying of a rather large
acquisition. So, the boys had planned
to have a sleepover in Asato’s attic room and Kazutaka was going to give Asato
the gift he’d bought just for him. He’d
even snuck into town to buy it while Asato was at lessons and he was faking
being sick. He hoped Asato liked it.
tucked the present in his overnight bag and headed up the stairs.
through Asato’s party, but that wasn’t going to keep him from enjoying the
night with his best friend. He’d even
choked down some of Grandfather’s awful tasting medicine to help him be strong
enough for tonight.
moved from the bed to the floor. Father
had bought him some nice shirts and vests, which he really liked and wanted to
wear. At least tonight and
tomorrow. The truth was even at ten
he’d been a bit of a clotheshorse. He
used to love picking out his school clothes.
It was surprising Father knew something like that.
favorites sit in the closet gathering dust.
Anything that Saki might say made him ‘pretty’ or ‘stunning’ or ‘girly’
depending on the swing of the older boy’s mood. He spent most days in the neutral browns and grays he always
picked when he was taken shopping.
was being able to wear what he liked the most.
So he kicked the heavy gray sweater under his bed and slipped on a
cream-colored silk dress shirt. It was a
little see-through, but Dad said it was the latest fashion.
vests. He decided on the green one, but
carefully placed the other two in the closet for another time.
He looked in the mirror. He smiled, feeling like he’d slipped back into his favorite
skin. He played with the blousy sleeves
before he placed the brassy cufflinks on, another gift from Father.
different thought entered his mind. He
blushed, realizing he was dressing up for a slumber party.
Kazutaka.
No, it couldn’t be that.
the other day when Kazutaka had asked him where he’d been and when he’d lied
about napping in the garden, his brother had informed that was the first place
he looked and he’d checked back there often.
In actuality, Saki had made him stay in his dreaded room the whole day
just to test if he would. Kazutaka
seemed much more inquisitorial that day and Asato was almost certain he knew
something was wrong. In fact, those
blue fe eye eyes seemed to see everything in his heart.
didn’t feel it had been totally dropped.
blonde-silver hair, Kazutaka stood on the top stair of the flight to Asato’s
room. Hederedered if he should knock or
just go in. Maybe he should have waited
downstairs for Asato to come get him.
Maybe he shouldn’t have suggested this at all. He wasn’t entirely sure he could spend the entire night with
Asato. These last months had made him
even more introverted than ever, even around Asato, and he wasn’t sure the
welts on his back from Saki beating him with a belt early that morning were
completely healed. They didn’t hurt, but
he couldn’t twist about far enough to see if there were any marks.<
himself, and took the last steps to the door.
“It’s just Asato.” He knocked,
and waited, fingers nervously pushing his glasses (a new addition) up his nose.
it ajar in case you freaked and didn’t want to knock.”
made his way up the stairs. “I do not
‘freak’!”
the top of the stairs and winked playfully.
“You had an extreme attack of good manners then?”
package he drew out of his bag into Asato’s hands. “You’re one to talk about manners, good or bad.”
bed, wrinkling his gleaming white shirt.
He looked at Asato out of the corner of his eye and couldn’t help but think
about how wonderful he looked tonight.
it?” He rushed inside and plopped down
next to Kazutaka. “What is it?”
little then he put it to his ear and listened to it like you would a seashell.
Kazutaka sat up and snatched it back.
“No, you can’t open it if you’re going to treat it like thaspanspan
style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He held it behind his back.
disposal, all two of them, Asato leaned back against the footboard and did his
patented puppy-dog-eyed best pleading.
“Aw, please Kazu-Chan. I’m sure
it will be the best one I got. I’ll be
really nice to it. I swear!”
might one day become snuck across Kazutaka’s face. “And me too?” He asked,
producing the gift, and waving it in front of his face teasingly.
it if in fact Kazutaka was handing it over.
“Especially to you.” He said
almost letting a purr escape his throat.
Thinking fast, appalled by what he was letting creep into his thoughts
he finished. “I’ll even let you have
half my chocolate milk.”
smiling softly. “Wow, you must really
want this. Well,” he backed himself up
against the headboard. “Come and get it
then.” He dropped the package on the
pillow next to his hip, and watched Asato with half-shutd bld blue eyes.
his hands on his present.
under Asato then lounged across his back to watch the boy tear open the present
the moment he got his hands on it, not bothering to even sit up.
Kazutaka asked as Asato peeled the paper off a set of first edition
manga books by his favorite art team.
are really hard to get. How did
you…?” His thoughts trailed off as he
flipped through them as if they were made of precious materials only he knew
how to handle.
Asato’s shoulder, his cheek against the other boy’s as he tried to see the
pictures too. “Check out that bottom
one. It’s almost impossible to get
because it’s so scandalous. I was
waiting to give them to you before I found out why. C’mon, look!”
through the last one, not to mention having Kazutaka so close to him was just
about the warmest feeling he’d ever known.
He found himself wishing they could be even closer.
not ready to think it. “Oh my god, are
they gonna… I guess they are,” he said
as he turned the page.
doing it,” Kazutaka commented as they turned the next couple pages.
stuff they do in the story… I… wait…
okay, I’m with you…” He turned the book
several different angles. “That’s not
possible… but the one guy IS a demon…”
doubled jointed everywhere,” Kazutaka replied, wrapping an arm around Asato’s
neck to point to the last frame on the page.
“And after all that, they just get up and rush off to save the
world. Amazing.”
that.” Asato said realizing he’d
already said it before he could stop so he just kept going.
doing what they want or saving the ones they love. The one even killed the other’s evil brother.”
into Asato’s ear. “So, does that make
me the double jointed demon? Or the
heroic human who obviously used to work at a pretzel stand?”
underneath Kazutaka so now they were face to face. “I’d say the demon. He’s
got cool creepy eyes like you… and every girl and guy for that matter wants
him. He’s the prettier one, more
exotic. You just want to—“ Asato’s
words were drawing his lips closer and closer to Kazutaka’s lips.
pull away or worse, lean in and kiss Asato.
He wasn’t sure just which one Asato wanted. “What do you want?”
Kazutaka? What he wanted was to feel
the things Saki did to him come from Kazutaka.
But he couldn’t come out and say that, could he?
find a way to get a clue about what Kazutaka felt, if anything.
more just so you have more of yourself to give him. And you just know that if you were his, he’d never want anyone
else. And it would all start with one
amazing unpredicted…” He couldn’t
finish. He couldn’t say it.
want him?
of unnatural yet beautifully rendered sexual deviance?”
birthday?” Don’t Kazutaka.
strenuous.” He pressed his lips against
Asato’s and held them there for a long minute.
breathlessly. “And I think we could
fill the whole book.”
Kazutaka smiled, ice-blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
returned the kiss. He couldn’t begin to
tell Kazutaka how happy it made him.
burrowed his face against Asato’s neck, tongue tentatively tasting his
flesh. “Mmm. You taste like a cinnamon roll,” Kazutaka laughed, pushing up to
look in Asato’s eyes.
chip cookies."
Asato’s shirt, and Kazutaka dipped his silver-topped head down to lick Asato’s
chest. “Yep, that’s here too.”
through the thin shirt. “And I’ll bet
you taste like chocolate milk here.”
you. Father says you shouldn’t
overindulge.” Asato joked as he let a
tentative hand linger on Kazutaka’s soft lovely hair.
dessert,” Kazutaka shrugged. “And cut
back on the chocolate milk.” He undid
the next button and caressed the revealed skin. “Why don’t you ever wear clothes like this normally, Asato?
vest and wandered down to the soft fabric the wrapped tightly around Asato’s
thigh.
Asato forced the real reason to leave his mind. “Yep, that’s it. No ratty
old gray sweater for you. Not for the
hot demon with double-joints.”
nodded. “I like that.
like this. I want you all to
myself.” He grinned at Asato.
day I’ll be able to dress like this all the time. I have to confess this is much more me. Besides, all the buttons and stuff are fun for you take off.
He leaned his head down on Asato’s chest, breathing in his
sweetness. “It’s kinda weird, isn’t
it? How not weird this is.”
and beautiful face. “But something that
could never ever be wrong, do you know what I mean?” The words sort of caught in his throat. This amazing wonderful lovely vision before him wanted him as
much as he could ask ask. And he, he
already had his heart. Asato would
never have let the nightmare that was Saki in so deep to his heart and soul if
he hadn’t already devoted himself to Kazutaka.
But Kazutaka was sick beyond repair.
Whatever this was, it wouldn’t last.
“I mean no matter what else we are, what happens to us.
part. This is what is real.”
is one night. Please, even if that’s
the truth, just don’t.” Kazutaka raised
his head. He opened his mouth to speak
then closed it again, biting his lower lip.
He ran a hand through his hair, pushed up his glasses and tried to talk
again. “Can I tell you a secret?
especially Dad?”
said that made Kazutaka uncomfortable.
“And I only meant that being with you is really important to me.
when I can sneak away. He thinks he can
help me. He’s already made some
medicine for me. It tastes awful,
really nasty stuff, but it makes me stronger, better,” Kazutaka’s hand curled
tightly around the collar of Asato’s shirt.
“When I was a child, and they discovered I was sick, the doctors told
Dad that I would be lucky to get to 20.
But with the medicine and whatever else Grandfather comes up with, I’ll
live. And not just an extra couple
years. But for a long time.
boy. It felt like every curse, every
fear he’d ever entertained, were all cracking.
He could endure anything, everything as long as this was truly
happening. In a few years Father would
ship Saki off to work on the international end of the business.
while Kazutaka would improve and get better.
brightly. “And I know another secret,
Asato. Daddy has set up trust funds for
both of us. When we turn 18, we’ll get
a TON of money, and be able to go live wherever we want!
now. “Um, if you want, um… you can do
whatever you want right now.”
laughed as he set to work on Asato’s buttons.
shirt, I’ll be very intent on it.”
buttons. They’re ivory and cost more
than…” Kazutaka found he was at a lack
for a witty analogy and just shrugged.
“Well, they cost a lot anyway.”
He finished with the buttons, and slid a hand under the fabric to feel
the heat of Asato’s skin. “You’re so
warm,” he sighed, pushing open the shirt to lay his cool cheek against Asato’s
belly.
playfully as he pushed Kazutaka up so he could start taking off his shirt and
he laughed deep in his belly. “So I
wonder what you’ll do than if I do this.”
Undoing the top button he let his two hands play over Kazutaka’s
collarbone placing one on each side of the shirt he pulled it apart with all
his might, expensive ivory buttons flying in every direction.
chest. “I can’t believe you did
that! Daddy’s going to ground me, and
since I can’t think of a way to get you in trouble too, I’ll get you for this!”
using the hand that wasn’t holding his shirt closed to push his glasses up his
nose.
Kazu-Chan. All you need is an evil
bwahahaha.” Asato said laying back,
quite pleased with himself as he grabbed the torn shirt and pulled Kazutaka down
to kiss him.
Kazutaka bit Asato’s lip. Rising up, he
discarded the ruined shirt, all the while keeping his psuedo-evil glare on
Asato.
hope.” Asato was just a little unnerved
by the constant glare.
Kazutaka’s glare wavered as a smile tried to break free.
buttons. I’ll have to think up some way
to punish you for that, Mr. Tsuzuki.”
blinkin hug huge eyes. “Okay, you can
cut that out. It’s giving me
chills. And I did it because you told
me not to. AND I think you told me not
to because you wanted me to, so what do you think about that.”
“I think you’re just trying to get out of trouble,”
Kazutaka’s face exploded into a bright grin.
“But I swear, it’s not working.
Not at all.” He leaned down to
sprinkle kisses over Asato’s chest.
“I’ll just have to make you forget then,” Asato
squirmed up a little away from the kisses, so he was almost on Kazutaka’s
side. Moving quickly, he started to
test how Kazutaka tasted by way of the skin right above the waistband of the
other boy’s pants. He looked up.
Kazutaka moaned, his body shifting closer to
Asato. “Use you imagination.
trouble.”
“Oh, so you won’t mind if I do this?
buttons.” Asato was unbuttoning
Kazutaka’s pants. “From my book, I’m
guessing this’ll work.” He peeled away
the pants and started to tongue Kazutaka’s thighs and calves.
circumstances, he was fairly certain he could give his-- dare he say lover--
something special.
Suddenly, it was difficult for Kazutaka to hold
himself up on hands and knees. His body
trembled, weak with the sensations Asato was provoking.
catch Asato in the eye with his knee.
“Yeah, I think I’m starting to forget.”
He moaned out, hands slipping beneath a pillow to hide the way they
clenched the sheet.
“I thought you might.” Asato said now back up to purr in his ear.
He was approaching breathlessness, so it took a long
minute before Kazutaka could answer.
When he’d caught his breath, Kazutaka rose up to his elbows, and turned
to Asato. His eyes were darker, like
the depths of hot summer moonlight.
“Asato, my love,” he began in a purring voice Asato had never heard
before. “I want all of you.
completely. To trust my love for you so
entirely that you cannot even think to question what I do to you, what I ask of
you. And I want to know that you desire
just that. Just the utter submission to
me of all that you are and all that you ever might be…”
The words flooded his brain stealing any part of him
that hadn’t already pledged itself to Kazutaka. “If this is your desire, you should know it has always been
mine.” He was entranced by every sound,
every move Kazutaka made. There was no
fear just complete utter trust.
Kazutaka moved easily to cover Asato, pushing the
boy back onto ted.
fiercely, devouring his mouth in a way he never would have guessed himself
capable of. But like everything else it
felt so right, so natural. His hands
insistently pulled off Asato’s shirt and began to work on the complicated
clasps on his pants. “Good lord, why
can’t you just wear regular pants?
What’s with all these hooks and loops?”
Kazutaka snarled, leaning down to bite playfully on Asato’s ear in mock
frustration.
“Only someone who really wants to get them off will
bother with all those ‘hooks and loops’.
Besides you’re the one who said you wanted me to dress up for you,
remember.”
“That was before I tried to get your pants
off.” Kazutaka grinned triumphantly as
he undid the last hooky loopy thingy.
He eased his hands beneath the soft material to caress Asato’s hipbones,
then he hesitantly slid one hand over to wrap around the length of his cock.
“That’s…that’s…my…oooh…never mind.”
had gone to groping in the blink of an eye.
Kazutaka laughed deep in his throat.
slipped around to cup Asato’s ass.
“Just like this.” Now, back up
over his chest. “And this.”
fiercely, tongue possessively invading his mouth.
Using a crooked knee to brace himself, Asato rose to
accept the kiss gratefully, his hand sliding down and finding Kazutaka’s ass
and squeezing it as if asking if that were his then.
Breaking this kiss, Kazutaka smiled.
peeling off Asato’s skintight pants, trying not to laugh at the boy’s
expression of utter shock, and mild offense.
“Now, that’s not really fair, is it?”
his pants because if he didn’t they’d take half the night.
Dropping pantpants over the side of the bed,
Kazutaka knelt between Asato’s legs, staring up at his naked body, a soft smile
on his face. “You’o beo beautiful, my
love.” He hesitated then gave his first
real command. “Roll over.
He just wants to look at me, that’s all
command. But as promised he did it
without question. After all, there were
worse commands.
Kazutaka smiled as he watched Asato roll over.
the room was too warm. A couple beads
of sweat appeared on his face, and he rocked back off his knees onto his
butt. His vision blurred a little, and
with some difficulty, he called out to his love. Called out for the comfort Asato could provide as the sickness
reared its ugly head.
And the timing couldn’t have been worse, in
Kazutaka’s opinion.