Silent Acceptance

Author's Warning: I know, I know, I said that I'd go back to end-of-chapter author's notes, but this one kind of needs it, I think. This chapter gets a little, ah, let's just say if you haven't read the scantalation of the "Swissland" side story, you're gonna be really, really surprised.

A Weekend Away


September

Yukihito scowled at the freshly packed suitcase sitting in the middle of the bed, then at his uncle as he zipped it tight.

Sawa pretended not to notice as he put another smaller bag on the bed that he insisted on packing himself. “You're going to have a great time on this class trip. Kyoto is very beautiful in the fall.”

While the trip was only for a weekend, it would be the longest time that the young man would be away from home.

“Couldn't you just call me in sick?” he pleaded as they moved the bags to the door. They only had an hour to get to the bullet train station to meet the class.

“For the last time, no. Suzuki-sensei would burn up the phone lines the entire weekend if you didn't show. Just try to enjoy yourself. Look, I bought you a few things for the trip in this bag.” Sawa opened it and dug around. “I got you some books to keep you occupied.”

The books were various tourist guides and picture books of Kyoto, with two mystery novels tucked in and a disposable camera.

“By the way,” he said as he set the books down and showed Yukihito what was at the very bottom of the bag: the latest issue of Kokakuro and two other brand new Taboo collections. “These are for much, much later, of course.”

Yukihito smiled at the discovery. Leave it to Sawa to make something as annoying as a class trip tolerable in his own way.

After putting away the books, Sawa stood and wrapped his arms around Yukihito's waist. “One more thing. I won't be able to kiss you goodbye on the platform, so...”


********


They arrived at the station with 15 minutes to spare, even managing to straighten up their clothes on the way. Suzuki beamed her usual smile when she saw them approach.

“Oh, hello there. I was about to call to make sure you had left already,” she said, giving Yukihito his boarding pass.

“Oh, don't worry about us,” Sawa replied. “Yukihito wouldn't have missed this for the world, right?”

While Yukihito glared in response, Sawa had to marvel for a moment at how tall the boy was getting. He could look Sawa in the eyes directly now. It sure made kissing him earlier much easier.

“Don't mind him at all, Suzuki-sensei. He went to sleep on the way here on the train and he's cranky.” Sawa ruffled his hair. “I hope you have a good time, Yukihito-kun.”

Yukihito managed to accept the friendly hug, though he was very much annoyed. He hated it whenever Sawa would treat him like a child in public. It was for show, he knew, and usually Sawa would make up for it once they were alone, but it still set his teeth on edge.

On the train, he managed to find a place to sit by himself in the back of the of the class car. Immediately he had a book in his hand and was perusing it by the time the train pulled out of Tokaido Station.

Yukari turned in her seat ahead of him and waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello, Yukihito-san. Are you going to read the entire way there?”

He did not respond. Yukari was a huge admirer of Yukihito's and she made that point abundantly clear. If there were a “Sawa Yukihito fan club” she'd be the president.

“But you're always reading...” she continued.

“Yukari, don't bother him.” Mari, her seat mate and best friend, chimed in. “You known he won't say a word when he has his nose stuck in a book.”

Yukari pouted and resumed her seat. He would have been far more grateful for Mari's intervention, if she wasn't usually the “vice president” of his theoretical fan club. If Yukari didn't bug him first, she would have. He was sure that before the trip was over, she would turn around and check on him. Yukihito settled into his seat, prepared to fully immerse himself into the mystery in front of him.

“Yukihito-san?” Suzuki-sensei called to him. “What are you doing sitting all by yourself? Do you want some company?” Without waiting for an answer, the president of the “Sawa Tsuneo fan club”
sat down next to him.

With his head still bowed, Yukihito rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to be allowed a moment peace. “Actually, I'm kind of tired. I think I'll have a nap.” He leaned his head on the cool window pane and closed both the book and his eyes. Perhaps now she would leave him be.

Next evening


Sawa stomped inside of the apartment, throwing the notebook across the room. Damnit! He couldn't think, he couldn't create. His mind was a blank.

Since returning back from Tokaido, he had not been able to concentrate on the novel at all. Not on the train or at work and certainly not at home. The house was too empty and quiet. He could not write a word without thinking about Yukihito. How was he doing? Was he miserable? Was he actually having fun? Was he even thinking about Sawa?

Yukihito called him once the class arrived at the hotel last night, sounding just as cranky as he did before their departure. That made Sawa worry even more. Perhaps he should have let the boy opt out of the trip.

“Don't be silly,” Makoto chided him over the phone before he left for work. “You sound like every other concerned parent. Every bird has to leave the nest sooner or later. Relax and let the story come back to you.”

As he peeled off the security guard uniform on the way to the shower, Sawa thought about her suggestion. Relaxing sounded like a good idea, and tonight he was going to do just that, courtesy of Ayame.

She was most shocked when he called her up to go out.

“I was expecting you to spend the whole weekend moping for your darling muse and letting your whiskers grow, Na-chan,” she said.

“Oh please, I'm starting to get cabin fever already. So, how about it? Are you up for listening to me try to sing?”

Ayame laughed. “You have a beautiful voice, silly. Sorry, I can't do anything tonight, though. I've got a shoot tonight. Oh, wait a minute. Do you want to tag along? You don't have to worry about the cutie waiting up for you, so you can stay up all night. How about it?”

Sawa was curious about the process of making an adult film, and Ayame knew it all from every angle but script-writing. The filming was at 11pm and Ayame planned to meet him in from of Tomodachi.

When he got there, she was wearing her usual over coat and speaking to Toisho.

“Hello Ayame, Toisho. How's business?”

“The usual,” Toisho replied. “Sales are starting to pick up with the weekend and all, and my one and only clerk has one of her 'jobs' to run off to.”

Ayame pouted, crossing her arms. “We've talked about this before, Toisho. You can't afford to raise my pay, so I gotta do more acting work. You know why I'm doing this.”

“But you're traveling out of Tokyo more and more in the middle of the night. It's dangerous.”

She put her hand on his cheek. “Now, Toisho, don't you worry about Ayame. I'm a big girl who can handle herself just fine. And this shoot is in the neighborhood, and I've got Na-chan with me. We've got to run now. Don't wait up.”

His expression was conflicted, and Sawa had to sympathize. Ayame's other job now required her to take a train late at night or even hitchhike. Sawa was also worried for his friend's safety.

As they left, Ayame explained where they were headed and what she would be doing. This shoot was to be filmed in a professional dungeon. She was to play a domme who would be double teaming a submissive man with another dom.

“I'm going to be the surprise guest on their play session,” she said proudly. “It's going to be a lot of fun. Hey, maybe if I pull some strings I can get you on in a cameo...”

“That's okay, Ayame-chan. I think I'll be just fine watching.”

“Are you sure? I could see you blindfolded and all tied up, and the dom I'm working with is so your type.”

They stopped at a red light while Ayame adjusted the strap on her heels. “But I know that you're so in love right now, and I wouldn't seriously suggest anything like that. Though...”

“Though?” Sawa asked her kneeling frame.

“Though remember, you are a strapping young lass of 24. Don't completely deny yourself, or you'll go nuts waiting on your cutie to grow up. And that's all I'm saying on the subject, before I overstep myself.”

Sawa was glad for that. Ayame figured out the change in their relationship early on and did not seem the least bit surprised that they were waiting a year. She was the only one entrusted with that secret, and that made it easy for Sawa to talk about it.

The dungeon was located in an abandoned warehouse. The first thing inside was a coat check, manned by a young looking man in a leather thong. Sawa started to feel over dressed as Ayame peeled out of her trench coat to reveal a shiny black babydoll, red corset, and fishnet thigh highs.

“You look beautiful as always, Ayame-sama,” the coat check boy said meekly. Sawa wondered how he managed to see the outfit when he kept his eyes down the whole time.

“Oh, this old thing? Thank you, Dorei-kun. You should see when I'm all changed.”

“You're wearing something else?” Sawa asked. “Why come all the way here in that then?”

Ayame shrugged as she lead them behind the black padded double doors. “Just in case I hate whatever they're asking me to wear.”

The play area smelled of leather and the sharp scent of cleaning agents. Chains hung from the ceiling and were bolted to the dark walls. Strewn about where various implements that Sawa had never seen before. An X-shaped device stood in the corner, while a padded saw horse took residence on the opposite side. The heady ambiance was interrupted by the various cameras and fully dressed crew wandering about.

“Oi, Mori-san,” a rotund man in a khaki shirt approached them as they entered. “You're late again. And who's this?”

“I'm sorry, Kazutaka-san. 'Papa Bear' kept me behind for a minute. You know how he worries. And this is my friend, Sawa Nagisa. Could he watch while we film? I told him that it wouldn't be too much trouble...”

Kazutaka looked Sawa over. He had gotten used to the look he started to call the “What the-?” whenever someone would see him for the first time. He understood that it had to be a bit jarring, and suppressed a sigh of relief when the man shrugged.

“Sure, it'll be fine. Now get your butt into costume. We're using the usual place for the dressing room. Asami! Could you show Sawa-san around the set?”

A smaller gray haired woman appeared at his command. “Of course, director. If you would follow me, please?”

Asami went through the tour quickly. She explained that as soon as Ayame was dressed, they could begin filming. The cameras were aimed at the corner of the dungeon that housed the “St. Andrew's Cross”, as she called the X-shaped rack. Someone had dragged over the saw horse, and she pointed out several eyebolts that were screwed in.

“Dorei is already wearing the corresponding cuffs to go here for the spanking scene.”

“His name is really Dorei?” Sawa asked.

Asami laughed. “No more than Ayame's name is really 'Rena'. Only for the shoot. He's a slave, so he has no name unless his master gives him one. The S&M culture is full of little nuances like that. Out of scene, he goes by Ryo.”

She found Sawa a chair to sit in behind the cameras. “What we're doing tonight is a series of scenes. We'll leave it to the editors and Kazutaka-san to decide in what order they should be in. Now, if we stay quiet, I can answer any questions about what's going on if you like.”

Kazutaka called for quiet on the set, and the main lights on the ceiling were shut off, leaving the stage lights to illuminate the set. At his next cue, a door opened and Dorei crawled out on his hands and knees on a leash. His steps were slow, precise and graceful, a well practiced walk with only the director's occasional “Good, good” as the only sound.

The person holding the leash wasn't who Sawa thought it would be. Instead of Ayame, Arashi, his first lover, emerged from the door. Sawa's heart began to hammer in his chest as the watched the men round the perimeter of the set. He had only seen Arashi briefly since their encounter, and Ayame assured him that there were no hard feelings when Sawa didn't want to see him anymore. That didn't stop the sudden shaft of desire from hit Sawa so hard that it stopped his breath. For a moment, he wanted to be on the end of the leash. In tight leather pants and a tighter white tank, he'd let Arashi lead him anywhere.

Suddenly Sawa shut his eyes and thought of Yukihito as hard as he could. His sweet innocent Yukihito who he missed so much. His dearest love who the mere thought of made him smile.

The first crack of a blow made his eyes fly open. Arashi had Dorei on the bench, held down by the snaps on his cuffs on both wrists and ankles, and was spanking his bottom as hard as he could. Dorei screamed, shouted, begged, and to Sawa's surprise, raised his behind as if he was wanting more. More? He thought. But that hurts, doesn't it?

“Don't worry,” Asami whispered as she noticed him wincing with every blow. “He loves it. The endorphin rush makes it all worth it.”

“Cut!” called Kazutaka after a few more moments had passed. Dorei's buttocks were now a rosy pink and Arashi caressed them gently.

“How is he?” asked the director. Arashi leaned down to whisper in Dorei's ear, getting a nod in response.

“He's fine,” Arashi replied.

“He's in his own little world, and will only listen to his Master,” Asami explained.

With his cuffs undone, Dorei was lead to the St. Andrew's cross. Once he was secured there, Ayame walked onto the set carrying two matching leather floggers. Apparently, she preferred the costume they provided: a white waist cincher, garters, stockings and heeled boots that when up to her thighs. The outfit made it very obvious that she was a girl on top and a guy down below, exposing both her breasts and genitals. She looked like a completely different person with her face completely made up and a blond bobbed wig. Sawa's bubbly, playful friend had changed into this stern-looking, domineering woman.

“Are you ready, Mori-san?” Kazutaka asked from his chair. He did not move an inch while the scene was being changed.

“Yes,” Ayame replied, her voice sharp and clear.

“Good. Remember your lines, you two. I want to finish this in one take. Ready? Action!”

Arashi rubbed Dorei's back. “I have a surprise for you, Dorei. Rena-sama will redden your back as well as I did your ass. You will obey her as you obey me, understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

Ayame laughed quietly as she grabbed Dorei's hair and pulled back his head, licking his ear. Her nails scratched down his back before she and Arashi stepped back. She shook out the floggers and started swinging one, barely grazing Dorei's back. Left, right, left, right, increasing the intensity slowly.

“Speed it up a bit, Mori-san,” Kazutaka ordered. “We can't afford to lose a lot of film in the editing.”

With a short, quick nod, Ayame worked the second flogger in a simple rhythmic pattern. Now that Sawa was accustomed to watching Dorei get beaten, he relaxed and watched Ayame's professional work. He had no idea that his friend was so talented, having never seen any of her videos. Watching Dorei move and shout started to arouse Sawa once more. It wasn't because the man was particularly attractive, but Sawa wanted to know just how that felt. His curiosity was just as aroused.

Soon the blows grew louder and louder as she whipped Dorei harder, even breaking out in a bit of a sweat.

“Do you want more, boy?” she hissed.

“Yess, Rena-sama!”

She did as he requested, hitting him so hard that his back began to welt and his screams competed with the sound of the whips.

Once she stopped, Arashi immediately let Dorei loose, forcing him on his hands and knees.

“Thank her!” he ordered.

Dorei launched himself at her feet, kissing the boot she extended for him. One camera lowered to get a good shot of his kisses and licks as he inched his way up her leather clad thighs.

“Good boy,” Ayame purred, stroking his head. “Now the other one.”

After her other boot was properly spit shined, Arashi ordered him to put his mouth to a similar use on her exposed erection. As Dorei sucked away, Arashi prepped himself off set with a bottle of lube hidden behind the bench.

“Are they going to-?” Sawa asked, instantly cringing at the sheer stupidity of the question. This was a porn set, what else were they going to do?

Asami rose from her seat. “You got it. I need to prepare towels and robes for them when the scene is over. Are you okay by yourself?”

She sounded so calm and detached from what was going on in front of them. Sawa looked around and swore that he was the only person off stage not having a problem with self control. Even when Kazutaka told Arashi to lower his pants more, his voice didn't waver. The sight of even more of Arashi firm buttocks being exposed forced Sawa to cross his legs and breathe deeply.

Dorei's wrists were pulled back behind him, the cuffs attached together to give Arashi something to hold on to. Sawa couldn't look away as they proceed to double team the bound man from both ends. The rest of the crew full completely silent as their moans and grunts filled the air. For a brief moment, Sawa could imagine himself in Dorei's place, bound and helpless, and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.

Far sooner than he'd hoped, Arashi announced that he was coming very soon. Kazutaka had all the cameras stop rolling long enough for he and Ayame to position themselves for the typical bukkake ending.

“Cut!” the director called. “And print! Excellent job, everyone!”

Asami rushed to the set with an armful of towels and robes and a blanket for Dorei. Arashi helped the other man back to the dressing room while Ayame approached her friend, pulling her wig from her head.

“Whew!” she sighed, collapsing into the chair next to him. “I thought Arashi would never come already. I hate have to hold it for that long...”

“T-that was amazing, Ayame! I barely recognized you,” replied Sawa. She grinned as normal and pulled a bottle of water out of the robe pocket.

“Thanks, Na-chan. Do you want to see the equipment up close?”

Sawa was curious to see the things they used. Ayame let him touch the Cross and hold her floggers. He declined to let her try them on his back.

“Would you let me then?” Arashi said directly behind them, making Sawa jump in surprise.

“How's Dorei?” Ayame asked as if he didn't nearly give Sawa a heart attack, winking at her silver haired friend.

“On a high, as usual. To think he gets paid for having this much fun. It's nice to see you again, Nagisa-san.”

“It's good to see you too. I didn't know that you did these kinds of movies,” Sawa replied while suddenly needing to fold his hands behind him as he was starting to figit.

“Oh, it was one of the things we negotiated in order for them to film here in the first place. I'm part owner of this dungeon. Is there anything you're curious about?”

Yes, Sawa thought. Everything. The ropes and chains and racks were appealing to him more and more, and part of it had to do with the man in front of him.

“Oh, just look at him,” Ayame cooed. “You better believe he's curious, Arashi. I'm going to shower and change. You two have fun!”

“Ayame!” Sawa sputtered as she sashayed off. That was exactly what she said the last time he and Arashi were together. Why did it feel like he'd been thrown to the wolves-again?

Arashi laughed as she left. “Don't worry, Nagisa-san. Ayame told me that you were happily spoken for. I wouldn't want to do anything to spoil that, but if you are curious, I'd love to show you a few things.”

“Like what?” Sawa felt himself relax by Arashi's reassurance.

“These cuffs, for example.” He picked up the cuffs Dorei was wearing. “No harm in trying them on, right?”

Before Sawa knew it, the wrist cuffs were on, followed by a matching collar. He pleaded to keep his turtleneck on as Arashi attached the cuffs to the St. Andrews Cross. For a moment, he just hung there, feeling helpless and enjoying it despite himself. He even struggled a bit, testing the bounds.

He froze when Arashi held him still by the collar. “Just a brief taste of the flogger, and I'll let you down.” Sawa wasn't sure if that was a request or not, and it thrilled him. Almost instinctively, he relaxed further into the hold.

The blows were light, almost as if Arashi wasn't even trying to hurt him. It was the hand, resting securely around his neck that Sawa focused on. This man could hurt him, but chose not to. It felt entirely too good.

“Ah-ha!” Ayame's teasing voice cut through the spell. “I knew you'd get into this!”

“Ayame,” he muttered, his face flushing in embarrassment as Arashi took him down. “Are you ready to go?”

“Please, don't stop on account of little old me...”

Arashi rolled his eyes as he took off the cuffs. “You still have my card, right? Call me if you'd like to play more without any interruptions.”

On the street, Ayame continued to tease Sawa about his newest fascination.

“So, may I suggest a few S&M videos for your rental pleasure, Sawa-san?” she asked in her best “sales clerk” voice.

“Please don't, Ayame. That wouldn't be right for me to have those around at home.”

“Oh, are your afraid that you're boy will fine them?”

“I'm more afraid that he'd watch them and be scared witless.” Some of the covers of those videos at Tomodachi looked far more extreme than what he had just seen. Some of them scared him witless as well!

“Fine, though I do hope you'll keep your appointment with Arashi. It's rare that he does an introductory lesson for free. Lots of folks pay out the nose for his services.” She put a hand over his mouth before he could object. “And before you start with the 'I'm spoken for' business, remember that he knows that too. From what I've heard, he could get you off without even touching you so that should count for something, right? No penetration, no infidelity, you get your jollies, and the months you have to wait before you get to fool around with Yukihito are far less frustrating. Do you get it now?”

Sawa had to concede that point. Technically he wouldn't be unfaithful if he just played with Arashi without any sex. Yukihito wouldn't even have to know about it.

“I'll think about it, Ayame, okay?”

She left him alone about it as they walked to the train station. He tried his best to keep it out his head as much as possible, concerning himself about the novel in progress. Both thoughts, though, competed for his attention, then mixed and mashed themselves together into something that made him reach for a pen and his notebook.

It was long established that the younger Asakura was the aggressor in his and Kuroda's relationship. Whether that was just the way the story ended up or a reflection of the author's own personal desires was something Sawa didn't think on too much:

Before Kuroda could respond, his arms were caught and held high above his head. Asakura had enough of this runaround.

“I know that Mizuki-san isn't an old girlfriend or ex-wife, and I know that Kiyomi-chan isn't your daughter. So why are you paying them to pretend otherwise? What are you hiding?”

Kuroda struggled against the younger man, surprised at how strong he really was and ignoring the feeling of the body pressed against him. The truth would be too much for him.

“Why do you care? What business is it of yours?” He refused to look Asakura in the eyes, refused to be drawn into the boy's spell once more.

His question tore at Asakura. How could he say something like that after what they've done together? How could he forget about that? It was time to remind him, whether he liked it or not...

Sawa stopped writing right before his stop. He had not idea where this scene was going to go; putting a bondage scene in the middle of a straight vanilla romance novel would give the editors (and Yukihito, for the matter) fits. But that didn't mean he couldn't work in an element or two.

Next evening

Yukihito flipped through Kokakuro, rereading a story he liked. Since his hotel roommate was always gone once the class returned to the hotel, he felt no need to hide his secret stash.

Despite himself, Yukihito was having a great time in Kyoto, and was regretting that he didn't get to do more before it was time to go home. They would be boarding the trains tomorrow afternoon, after some last minute souvenir shopping. He hoped that Sawa would like the Yuba pudding he planned on buying. It would be a thank you for buying the camera for him. The camera, a cheap 35mm, came with four rolls of film and a note from Sawa hoping that he would enjoy using it.

During their trip, the class visited the Golden Pavilion of Kinkaku-ji, the Imperial Palace, Nijo Castle and Kiyomizu Temple. They even walked down the cherry tree lined Philosopher's Walk. Yukihito kept his camera at hand, snapping not just the attractions themselves, but various other things that caught his eye. The fall colored trees impressed him the most. There were many nature shots on the film.

It would have been the perfect class trip, if not for his class.

Yukari seem determined to follow him around, even getting in the way of a few shots. When she couldn't be underfoot, Mari or another friend of theirs would take her place. At Kiyomizu Temple, their last stop, she giggled and blushed and looked over at him as she dropped a coin into one of the matchmaking booths at the Jishu Jinja shrine. Trying his best to ignore her, he dropped his own coin with Sawa's smiling face firmly in his mind. The girls cooed even louder and by the end of the day they were on his case about who he was wishing for.

“Not any of you,” he finally replied gruffly before retiring back to his hotel room.

The boys in the class, some of them anyway, were just as annoying in a completely different way. The first night in his bed was short sheeted. One of his travel guides was stolen and today his lunch box was missing from his bag for hours until they found in in the cargo hold of the tour bus.

“You ought to be more careful with where you put your things, Yukihito-san,” Suzuki told him as she returned to box to him.

He didn't bother telling her that she may want to talk to the snickering group of boys two rows down. She was the most irritating of all; popping up whenever he managed to find some alone time and wanting to talk about either his “loneliness” or about Sawa.

Funny, she could never guess that he would be far less lonely if Sawa were around.

With that thought, Yukihito rolled onto his back with a sigh. He sure missed Sawa a lot, and reading those naughty novels didn't improve things in the least. It was so frustrating to have to wait. Just reading about sex was such a tease. Didn't Sawa understand that he was 15 and filled with the needs of puberty? Wait a year, indeed.

He flinched when he heard the door unlocking, tossing Kokakuro into his bag and pulling out a more appropriate novel just as his roommate Miroku entered the room proper. No words were exchanged as Miroku rummaged though his own bag and went into the bathroom. Yukihito had no need to speak with one of the head pranksters of the group. What rotten luck to have to room with him.

Much to his surprise, after Miroku came out of the shower, the taller boy sat down on Yukihito's bed, clad in only a towel.

“Hey, Sawa-san, did you know that Yukari was crying tonight after dinner?”

Yukihito shrugged, eyes not leaving the page. During dinner she kept trying to coax who he wished for out of him. It got to the point that Suzuki had to make her sit away from him.

“And you don't even care, do you?” Miroku continued. “You know she really likes you, and she's hot. Cute little body and great tits. Why not go for it?”

Another shrug, and Yukihito turned the page, his heart starting to pound in his chest. This was the most that the other boy had ever talked to him, and it was making him nervous. He didn't want to know just what prank Miroku had planned.

“Come on, Sawa-san, you can talk to me, I won't tell anyone. I bet you're not even into girls at all, aren't you?” His words were not accusing, just quietly, like he was stating a fact.

A hand reached out and pulled the book down. Miroku now leaned over him. “You know, that's a shame. A lot of girls in school think you're cute. We even think Suzuki-sensei does too. But I'll let you in on a little secret; so do some of the guys.”

Miroku was upon him before he could react, kissing his lips and holding him down fast. He bucked and tried to flail, but Miroku was not only taller, but stronger. The kiss was forceful and demanding and over before he knew it.

They locked eyes and as Yukihito regained his senses and balled up a fist to knock Miroku's lights out, the other boy glanced down Yukihito's body, jumped to his fist and declared, “Look at you! You're hard from a just one kiss from a guy, I can see it right through your pants! I knew you were a fag! I can wait to tell the guys this one!”

While Miroku's observation was correct, Yukihito didn't appreciate having it known to the entire class. He noticed something strange and familiar about the state of Miroku's towel clad thighs. Lunging forward, he managed to yank the towel away, revealing a matching erection and stopping Miroku's taunts immediately.

“So are you,” he replied, starting into and through Miroku's now scared eyes. “And unless you want me to Suzuki-sensei AND my 'fanclub' that you attacked me and got hard doing it, then you and your friends should leave me alone. Understand?”

It had to be the longest string of words he'd ever spoken to a classmate since school began, but the effect was worth it. Miroku's erection flagged and the color drained from his face. Yukihito rose and walked to the bathroom, staring him down the entire way.

While he undressed, he noticed that he was his erect. What for? He wanted Sawa, not some overtly macho moron from his class. He had to admit to himself, though, as he turned the cold water, taking charge like that was more appealing.


******

Yukihito barely got his luggage in hand before he ran to where Sawa was waiting at the train station. He dropped the bags as soon as he felt those loving arms around him, eager to return the embrace. It was a shame they were still in public. Those lips were the only ones he wanted to feel right now.

Sawa was so nervous waiting for the train to arrive. He missed Yukihito so much and couldn't wait to see him again. He'd even stopped by the bakery on the way and picked up a couple of red bean dumplings to greet him with. Barely listening to Suzuki's greeting and her report that Yukihito was the perfect gentleman, the two made their way out of the station.

The commuter train ride was just as nerve wracking, both wanting so badly to hold the other and being unable to. The moment they stepped through the door of the apartment and closed it, Yukihito had Sawa against the wall of the doorway, finally getting to what he'd been wanting to do all weekend, thought of Miroku's little prank washing out of his mind.

Sawa tried to speak between his insistent kisses, thrilling at how the boy took charge and momentarily remembering his little moment with Arashi.

“Yukihito, I've got a...new chapter...written...”

Yukihito moaned against his neck in response. That was nice, and he would love to read it-later. Now he wanted to get both his and Sawa's jackets off. Skin on skin contact was what he wanted right now.

With one turn, Sawa whirled them until he was pressing Yukihito against the wall. “My, aren't we eager tonight?” he whispered, tasting the crook of his neck. Sawa felt sorry for him and his ability to restrain himself while Sawa was just given a chance to get his rocks off. It wasn't fair at all.

Maybe he could even the odds just a bit?

“Yukihito, there's something I'd love to do for you. It's a lot more than kissing and it won't break our promise. Will you trust me and let me do it?”

Yukihito stopped his squirming to look at him directly in the eyes. “Of course.” Excitement tingled up and down his spine. What was Sawa planning to do?

His question was promptly answered as Sawa fell to his knees in front of him. He was going to...

Putting the action into words was too much for him to even contemplate. Yukihito closed his eyes as he felt his zipper being lowered.

Sawa moaned in sheer delight as he reached in and touched the smooth surface of Yukihito's erection. He'd only felt it before through layers of clothing, but this was far more real. Wanting more, Sawa pulled down his jeans and underwear to mid thigh, freeing him completely. He wasted no time pressing kisses to the every bit of skin, breathing in the very base essence of his young lover.

Yukihito, for his part, balled his hands into fist and let out a shuddering moan as he felt those lips against him. His eyes would not stay closed, and he got to see Sawa open his mouth and take him in. The resulting shock of pleasure hit him so hard that it nearly scared him. This felt too good and far better than anything he'd read or seen.

“Nagisa...” he gasped, that last syllable extending out into a keening wail as he felt Sawa's lips drag along his member, taking more of him into hot wetness. His hip bucked until Sawa had to still them with his hands as not to be gagged unexpectantly.

Sawa, being no expert at this act, took his time to explore the hardened flesh with lips, tongue and the accidental brush of his teeth. As he continued, he movements became more sure, guided by whatever made Yukihito moan the loudest. When one of his hands moved to caress the twin sacks of flesh blow his erection, Yukihito stiffened and shuddered and began to pant. His legs struggled within his pants to widen and give Sawa more access. Sawa didn't need any more signs to tell that he'd reached a sweet spot. He then proceeded to drive the boy insane by exploring there.

Before Yukihito could form the words to warn Sawa that his wasn't going to last long, his own release surprised him. His body stiffened once more and he started to come, crying out with each wave. Sawa, equally surprised, managed to keep up, greedily drinking as much as his mouth could hold, lapping up what little ended up on his chin.

For a few moments, only the sound of their breathing filled the apartment. Guilt started to creep into Sawa's heart. Did he take this too far? Did Yukihito really want him to do that? He rose to face him eye to eye.

Yukihito leaned forward, burying his face into Sawa's neck. That was amazing, and he would love to tell Sawa as much, if his mouth could form words.

Sawa began to panic at his embrace, afraid that Yukihito was upset and crying. “Are you alright?”

The look he received was a familiar one-”Duh.”


Author's Notes: So, are we all still here? Good. Yeah, that S&M fascination had to start somewhere, and you know that I couldn't keep their hands off each other for a whole year, right?

"You have a beautiful voice, silly"- that was for any Kazuhiko Inoue fans out there. ;)

I'm also looking for other places to post this story. If you have any suggestions, just drop me a email at jailaheyn@gmail.com. Thanks again for reading, and I'll see you next chapter!