Song Bird

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Warning: Scenes
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However, these scenes of sex with the under aged Sakuya are style="font-weight: bold;" color="#ff0000">NOT color="#ff0000">meant to titilate

Song Bird

By href="mailto:firewolf@pacific.net.sg?Subject=KP-Song%20Bird">firewolf


July 2006


@>;-'-

When he was twelve, Ralph noticed his father brought back something
special from Japan. He thought it must be awfully precious since his
father only showed it to select guests.

Father kept it in the room which had an adjoining connection to the
Piano room. And during the day, he'd hear the most amazing music coming
from it. Ralph was quite sure it must be beautiful too. He thought of
it as father's Song Bird.

However, curiously, father kept these rooms locked now. Ralph thought
he did this to ensure his precious treasure did not fly away.

Ralph wasn't quite sure how he felt about this. It seemed to him that
it was selfish to cage something so beautiful. It bothered him more so
when he noticed the Song Bird was often quiet for the two days
following any evening father brought guests to the suites.  

The locked door stymied any of Ralph's attempts to open it. And his
father never listened to any of his requests to visit this Song Bird.
He in fact laughed at Ralph's name for it.

Ralph didn't tire of this mystery as his father hoped. He loved
listening to the Song Bird playing the piano too much to grow bored
with it. After a while though he grew dissatisfied with the few
classical pieces the Song Bird knew. However, Ralph thought this easily
remedied by slipping sheets of music under the door.

He was by far astounded at how quickly the Song Bird showed his
appreciation for the gifts. Within a few minutes of sliding the music
under the door, Ralph heard it played for him flawlessly. Entranced by
this wondrous creature, Ralph made it a point to look for and slip it
new music at least once a week.

Classical, Jazz, Rock, Contemporary... It seemed as if there was no
style this wondrous Song Bird could not play. But Ralph's real
breakthrough came when he gave the Song Bird lyrics with the music.

That day he listened in wide eyed astonishment as the song was sung
with the most amazing voice he'd ever heard. Unfortunately, his father
discovered him sitting outside the door that same day and Ralph could
clearly read the disapproval in his expression.

With the school year about to start again in a couple of weeks, Ralph
was informed then that he was being packed off to boarding school. He
barely had any time to find a last piece of music for the Song Bird and
slip a note of farewell with it before he was dragged away.

When he came back during summer break, the suites were empty. However,
as the Grand piano was also missing, Ralph just knew that the Song Bird
was still around somewhere.




In the summer of his eighteenth year, Ralph returned home a couple of
nights early and managed to keep this from his father. He had over the
years determined that his father avoided arranging his special
gatherings when Ralph was home from school to prevent him from finding
out where he hid the Song Bird.

As he had hoped, his father held a party and led his friends from his
study towards the inner recesses of the house, not knowing Ralph was
actually home and spying on him. Sweet music from a guitar emerged from
the sound proofed room his father had hidden behind a secret panel in
what Ralph had thought was a store room. He knew then that he'd finally
found his Song Bird again.

Ralph went to the room the next morning as soon as his father was
safely off to work. Five years older than when he first knew of the
Song Bird's existence, Ralph couldn't exactly say what he'd expected to
find.

The room he entered held the Grand piano which had gone missing when he
returned from his first year of boarding school. In the room also sat
various other instruments in what Ralph thought constituted an
arrangement of a music study. There was the classical guitar he had
heard earlier; more than one electric guitar and their associated
amplifiers; a drum set; a small sound recording and playback system; an
entertainment centre with shelves of vinyl records, CDs and midi disks;
a desk which was strewn with music sheets; and a wall of books of
various subjects.

Drawn to the desk, Ralph picked up one of the hand written music sheets
and almost dropped it immediately in shock when he recognized the
lyrics. He had listened to this 'chart busting' song just weeks
earlier. It was released by a band his father's company managed and he
remembered being arrogantly smug about the band's success.

He remembered too the name Sakuya Ookouchi... That was the man credited
for the music and lyrics. He had become a mini-sensation over the last
five years, this reclusive song writer who'd been responsible for a
good 30% of the top ten hits in America since he appeared. 

Was this who his father had hidden away? A young ma-- no, the voice
he'd heard so long ago was that of a boy...

Fuck! What had his father been doing hiding away a young boy all these
years?!

Ralph was eighteen now. He was far from naive. But he also couldn't
reconcile the information presented to him... His father-- a closet
paedophile...

He felt sick. He began to wonder if, during his growing years, his
father had at all looked at him 'that' way; if this was why his father
had taken in a boy in the first place... so that Ralph would remain
innocent and untouched. He felt sick.

Ralph wanted to leave the hidden suites; he didn't want to have his
wild speculations confirmed. He remembered too well noticing that the
Song Bird-- Sakuya wouldn't play the piano for the two days following
his father bringing friends to his cage.

There were over five men with his father last night. All whom Ralph was
familiar with, and who he'd met at one time or another at the estate or
in his father's offices. People who he'd seen while growing up...

Before Ralph realized what he was doing he was already across the room
with his hand resting on the door knob to what he knew was the
adjoining bedroom. He didn't want to know... He needed to know.

Much to Ralph's surprise, the bedroom was quite bright and cheerful
with walls of pastel yellow and white lace curtains. The queen sized
chrome finished bed was even dressed with unassuming white and pastel
blue sheets.

However, there were items in the room which soon drew his attention for
their sinister nature. There was a heavy smell of sex in the room. The
sheets were not clean and pristine, but appeared stiff at some
locations. The windows of the room were grilled with prison like bars;
padded steel manacles hung from the four bed posts; there were chains
hanging from the ceiling and centred over the bed; one of the bedside
tables held a large padlocked chest; and the wardrobe beside the bed
was also locked. Ralph wasn't sure he wanted to know exactly what was
in them.

His eyes strayed to the peacefully sleeping figure on the bed. The lone
figure lying beneath the quilt blanket appeared too tiny to be expected
to occupy it. As his name suggested, it was a Japanese boy. 

A black haired little Asian *boy*... He looked barely ten in his sweet
slumber.

"Sakuya..."

Ralph slapped a hand over his mouth in horror to see the boy stirring
from sleep at the sound of his name. Before Ralph could give any
thought to escaping from the room, the boy opened his eyes to look at
him.

The recognition was instantaneous. Ralph stared at the boy's blue eyes.
Eyes like his father's-- eyes like his-- Eyes which looked far too old
for a boy his age.

For a long moment, they stared at each other in absolute silence.
Eventually, Sakuya made the first move by grudgingly pushing away the
blanket and slowly exposing his body to Ralph's gaze. The boy's arms
and body were covered with obvious marks of recent rope burns and hand
and finger shaped bruises. Most telling, however, were the now obvious
flaking stains of crusted, or crusting, fluid decorating the boy's
thighs, chest and neck.

Ralph was horrified to have his suspicions of his father's activities
confirmed. Furthermore, he *knew* that the boy was his half brother; an
illegitimate son of his father.

His fa-- their father-- father was fucking one of his sons. Ralph's
mind was imploding at the evidence before him. However, the rush of
blood to his groin to see this child's nude body shocked Ralph even
more.

Ralph was too stunned to say or do anything as he stared at the nude,
lithe figure seductively climbing to his knees and crawling over the
bed towards him. Before he could get his mind to work properly, the boy
had unzipped his pants and with an ease which belied his experience
slipped his erect cock from the confines of his briefs.

Ralph's mind had shut down to feel Sakuya's talented tongue lick the
head of his cock before the boy's hot mouth swallow him almost to his
root. He wasn't aware enough to be in control of his primal reaction to
the exquisite blow job. His hands instead of pushing the boy away as he
should have clutched at Sakuya's head to try and keep his cock thrust
down the child's throat. 

This was wrong-- perverted-- this child-- he wasn't a paedophile--
Sakuya was his brother-- this was incest-- Ralph knew all this, but he
still couldn't make himself push away from this child with the magic
mouth.

However, Sakuya proved an expert enough to pull away from Ralph before
he came down his throat. Ralph had almost roared in a rage to be denied
his orgasm. And for a split second, his good sense had re-exerted
itself to scream at Ralph to leave before he did something he'd regret
for life. Unfortunately, good sense fled him just as quickly as he
watched Sakuya lie on his back and spread his legs in invitation for
Ralph to mount him. 

Ralph hadn't hesitated. He threw himself on top of his brother and
completely sheathed his eager cock into the boy's still come slicked
ass in one impatient stroke. The fierce clench about his cock almost
made Ralph collapse on the smaller figure.

His mind was truly in la-la land. Sakuya was tighter than any of the
girls he'd ever fucked. He hadn't even started thrusting yet and Ralph
knew this was going to be mind blowing.

The urgency in his body demanded that Ralph started fucking this
exquisite lay immediately. Concern for his partner on the other hand
kept a tight rein on his libido and made him stay still and unmoving
until he felt the muscles holding his cock imprisoned within its
velvety cavern begin to relax.

Even then, Ralph didn't begin thrusting right away. He had noticed the
tears on Sakuya's cheeks, and so he let his hands and lips reach out to
caress and comfort the softly whimpering boy.

He tried not to think of how small his lover was compared to him. Ralph
was just thankful their size difference was not so great he wasn't able
to kiss and devour Sakuya's lips while he carefully started to rock his
hips and make small thrusts into the boy's ass.

Ralph's hand reached between them to grip Sakuya's firm cock as he
began to take longer and longer strokes; his speed and urgency
increasing with every slap of his hips against the alluring buttocks.

To Ralph's immense satisfaction, Sakuya was responding very positively
to him. The boy's legs were wrapped around the teen's hips to assist in
pulling Ralph harder and faster into the tight, clenching heat. And
thin arms were locked around his neck too as Sakuya took more active
participation in the kissing.

This was so wrong... Though Sakuya had made the first approach, the boy
was still his little brother-- A child-- Ralph was sure he'd burn in
hell for fucking his little brother -- But at this moment he really
didn't care.




Though Ralph visited Sakuya every day of his summer vacation they were,
miraculously, never caught. He brought Sakuya nearly daily gifts of
sheet music or food and snacks. And they fucked almost every morning
after Ralph's father left for the office.

On most days, they used condoms to hide their activities. However, on
the rare occasions when Ralph's father spent the night with Sakuya or
arranged private parties which he thought were secret to his son, Ralph
would fuck his little brother the morning-after while the boy's ass was
still slick with the come of his father and his friends. It gave Ralph
a perverse amusement to be fucking Sakuya with the assistance of
lubricant provided by his father.

Ralph just couldn't get enough of the boy's nubile body. He hoped
Sakuya felt the same way about him. He never once tried to open the
locked toy chest or the wardrobe. And Ralph thought it probably counted
a lot for the boy's acceptance and trust in him.

Ralph had very reluctantly parted from Sakuya when the summer came to
an end. The afternoon before his departure, Ralph had made very slow
and tender love to the boy; knowing that by doing so, he caused Sakuya
to feel special and precious to him. 

That school year felt very long to Ralph as he waited for the summer to
come. During his 'exhile' Ralph was reassured by the numerous new songs
which made the charts, all penned by Sakuya Ookouchi; songs of love and
longing poignant enough to tear at the heart strings. He could not wait
to return home to his Song Bird.

The first inkling of his father's suspicion and anger only came when
the summer ended and Ralph returned home to find his father waiting for
him in the study. Even then, Ralph had been hopeful it was just to
determine what he was going to major in at University. He had been
completely oblivious to his danger when his father led him a ways from
the study towards the basement. Without warning, his father had yanked
open a nondescript door and pushed Ralph through into a surrounding of
pure screaming chaos.

On the wall, a large LCD TV was alive with images of a crowd of men in
business suits fucking a securely bound and helplessly struggling
Sakuya. The boy was practically a solid bruise from waist to thighs
from the numerous grabbing hands which held him tight as the men
stabbed their eager cocks into his come leaking ass. Tears and come
dripped from his face in seemingly equal quantities as he choked around
the cocks force fed down his throat.

And the sound-- the air fairly pulsated with the energy of the rapists
as they fucked the boy. Though how ever loud the slaps of firm muscled
hips slamming against helpless buttocks; the raucous jeers of the men;
and the wet sucking sounds of cocks plundering a tight ass, Ralph could
still pick out Sakuya's strangled mewls and muffled chokes of pain and
distress.

Turning away from the television screen was no better for Ralph since
the walls of the room were papered with graphic pictures of Sakuya in
various states of humiliation and degradation. Chained and vulnerably
displayed; tied up with rope and wire; gang fucked; whipped; nipple
clamped and stuffed with all manner of alarmingly sized toys...

A low buzzing and the sound of soft sobs finally drew Ralph's attention
to the broken figure against the far wall. The shadow resolved itself
into a bruised, battered and wealt covered Sakuya; blindfolded, gagged,
and hanging from chains by his wrists; with a buzzing dildo stuffed up
his ass and secured with a crotch rope which was cruelly knotted over
his limp cock.

"Sakuya!"

"He cannot see or hear you. I plugged his ears with wax." Rupert Grazer
held fast to his son's arms. "Ralph, I only wanted to show and remind
you of his true status and stature in this household.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out, son? That I couldn't discern the
new elements of true longing and affection in his lyrics and music?"

"Damn you!" Ralph broke free and tried to take a swing at his father.

The older man chuckled as he easily side stepped the blow. "I do not
doubt his talent, Ralph... But he is just a whore's son and a whore
himself. This is what he's ultimately worth, son." Rupert Grazer swept
his arm towards the television. "You waste your time."

"He's been writing your God damn chart busters for the last six years!"
Ralph thundered at the man he didn't want to call his father.

"Unfortunately, he's never proved to be good enough. Nothing that he's
written has ever broken the top three positions." The moustached man
shrugged. "He's much better appreciated like this--"

"No! And-- and I'll prove it." Ralph stared his father down. "You had
him for seven years 'father.' Give him to me for an equal number of
years and I'll have him at the top."

Rupert Grazer lifted an eyebrow at his son. "What are your stakes?"

"I--" Ralph glared at his father. "I'll let you fuck m--"

"No! I took in this bastard to avoi--"

"You'll let me have him, old man. Or you kill me here because I'll take
your entire sordid story to the papers." Ralph told the man almost
softly. "Sakuya is your son-- my half brother-- and how old is he right
now? Fifteen? Fourteen?

"What would the media say about Rupert Grazer-- closet paedophile?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Try me!"

"Over this whore?! You'd throw away our family's--"

"Try me." Ralph repeated softly.

Rupert Grazer smirked at his son. "Okay, I'll do this-- You have five
years. You'll finish your degree in Japan and I'll give you control of
the Japanese arm of Metro Records. Show me what you're capable of."

"Sakuya leaves with me immediately."

"Will you make me proud, son?"

"I will take Grazer Company further than you've ever dreamed of, old
man." Ralph growled.




Within twenty-four hours of Sakuya's liberation, Ralph had arranged for
them to run away to Japan. Ralph could not stand to continue to stay in
the mansion which held Sakuya's cage and torture chambers.

As it was, the boy was seriously banged up, sore and tender from his
most recent abuse, requiring a kind hand and gentle touch to tend to
him. Apart from the physical injuries though, Ralph was surprised that
Sakuya proved to be far more resilient than he thought the boy should
be capable of, given his horrific ordeal. However, considering his
habitual and regular abuse by their father since his arrival in
America, and apparently before that as well, Ralph supposed the boy
didn't 'know' any better and was just taking his traumatic assault in
stride as 'usual'.

In all honesty, Sakuya appeared more curious and distressed over
Ralph's behaviour in *not* fucking him after his removal from Rupert
Grazer's control. To the poor confused boy, it was unnatural for him to
be treated with respect and left unmolested. Ralph just knew he had his
work cut out for him in rehabilitating Sakuya and introducing him to
'normal' society.

After the sensory overload at the mansion, Ralph wasn't anywhere near
ready to fuck Sakuya as the boy expected. And Ralph was truly upset
with himself for his part in reinforcing Sakuya's conditioning where he
accepted the idea he would be fucked whenever he was with company.

Fourteen... His father finally confessed that Sakuya was just fourteen
and had already lived as a prostitute for over four years before being
brought to America. Ralph had felt doubt bludgeoning his senses then to
wonder if he could turn Sakuya around when the boy's earliest memories
were of being a whore.

It seemed already quite telling that Sakuya didn't feel comfortable
wearing clothes and presented Ralph quite a 'battle' in making him keep
his clothes on. Indeed, Sakuya apparently owned no clothes at all when
Ralph removed him from the mansion. This fact only served to drive
Ralph's hatred for his father up another notch.

Figuring he had better isolate the boy as much as possible until he got
used to being with people he wasn't expected to fuck, Ralph booked the
entire first class section for him and Sakuya. And it took a monumental
effort from him not to indulge and fuck his very compliant little
brother. Instead, Ralph very firmly cuddled the boy.

However, his resolve eventually broke when Sakuya grew increasingly
distressed as they flew further and further away from America. The boy,
as Ralph found out, was remembering how he had first arrived in the
United States. How Rupert Grazer had paid his mother a large sum of
money for him. How the man at first didn't touch him throughout their
long journey then beat him with a belt before fucking him senseless on
his first night at the mansion. Ralph had never raised a hand against
Sakuya before, but the boy was afraid he would start.

Ralph finally gave in. And with the blinds drawn around the single bunk
in the first class cabin, he carefully fucked Sakuya then held him in a
tight, possessive embrace with his cock up the boy's ass for the rest
of the 'sleep time' on the flight.




The first year of juggling classes and watching over Sakuya had been
difficult. It had taken nearly forever for Ralph to get Sakuya to wear
clothes within the Grazer purchased penthouse. The boy hadn't
understood the need after never having had to when he lived at the
Grazer mansion.

It wasn't until Sakuya realised what a tease he could be with the
strategic use of clothes that he accepted them. Ralph thought he'd
created a monster as Sakuya insisted on wearing only tiny tight
tee-shirts which left his stomach exposed and practically painted on
jeans without underwear. Furthermore, he'd occasionally greet Ralph at
the door after his classes wearing one of Ralph's dress shirts and
nothing else. The sight of Sakuya's ass barely covered by the shirt's
tails was enough to make Ralph forget about the day's worth of homework
and lectures.

As Ralph had expected, Sakuya accepted the move to Japan with little
fuss. The boy appeared to be happy enough to stay sheltered in the
penthouse; continue to write music for the American operations; and be
fucked regularly by Ralph. However, Ralph was determined to get him
used to society again and learn to be independent. His father had taken
away the Song Bird's wings; Ralph wanted Sakuya to fly again. 

The only thing Ralph thought he had on his side was Sakuya's love of
music and his desire to learn and create. He challenged Sakuya to
re-learn his mother tongue and to write music to appeal in the Japanese
market. The drive, however, just wasn't there.

Ralph understood then why while Sakuya could write pretty good music
for the American market, it just wasn't good enough to hit the top
three. He still lacked the passion and the connection with the desire.
The music Sakuya had written during the previous year after Ralph's
magical summer with him had come the closest to the pinnacle of his
abilities, but it still lacked the X factor.

Unexpectedly, the breakthrough came after Ralph got Sakuya to start
working in the lounge of the hotel their penthouse sat above. The
manager had been polite but leery of Ralph's recommendation at first.
And he had respectfully made this apparent to Ralph while Sakuya leafed
through the music he'd been given.

It had distressed the middle aged man when Sakuya threw the music over
his shoulder and walked over to the grand piano on the stage. Ralph
held the manager back and smiled at the man's astonishment as Sakuya
started to flawlessly play and sing the lyrics to the music he'd only
just been presented with. He got the job at a premium.

Ralph had to admit to being pleased that flocks of couples and women
started coming to the lounge to hear Sakuya play. Unfortunately, Sakuya
hardly took any notice of his fans. And the runaway passion Ralph
thought his brother needed to be even a mediocre success was still
lacking.

Ralph was at his wits end in trying to figure out how to add passion to
Sakuya's life when, nearly a year after their move to Japan, two youths
approached Sakuya after his last set of the night at the lounge. Sakuya
wasn't very interested in their offer to join a band; Ralph was.

With his graduation in a few more months, Ralph was going to start his
posting with Metro Records Japan soon. However, until he proved himself
and rose to an earned position of President or producer within the
company, Ralph knew he wouldn't have much power to allow him to try and
position Sakuya with any bands who might sign on with Metro Records. In
the meantime, if Sakuya found a place for himself...

Ralph had retrieved the single CD Sakuya had attempted to throw away
and made him listen to the music. He even brought his brother to the
Cradle where Sakuya had been invited for a try out.

Ralph had to give points to the two youths for their efforts to make
Sakuya take part. In truth, he knew they were trying to knock his
brother off his perceived high horse by getting him to join them on
stage to sing a song they did not expect him to have learnt with just a
short listen to the CD they had given him, 'Midnight Crow'. As Sakuya
reached for the mike, Ralph was confident his brother was going to give
them an unexpected run for their money.

It was like *magic* before his eyes the moment Sakuya started singing.
Ralph knew he was watching a 'Star' band take form as a Bassist and a
2nd guitarist took to the stage and replaced the old men who were just
helping out the two youths. The band 'Lucifer' was coming to life in
this humble Live Bar. And Ralph was quite sure they were going to be at
the top of the charts one day.

Not that Lucifer had it smooth sailing in persuading Sakuya to be their
vocalist. Despite the fun he had with the performance, Sakuya proved
resistant to the pleas of the band members. It was also unfortunate
that with Ralph's insistent pushing for his little brother to become
more independent, he had unwittingly made Sakuya insecure, depressed
and afraid that Ralph thought him a nuisance and was trying to get rid
of him.

It had gotten so bad, Sakuya played truant on a performance with
Lucifer, met Ralph at the door of their apartment completely nude and
seduced him before Ralph could get the blood back to his brains where
he could think clearly again. Ralph only came to his senses well after
their bout of hot monkey sex when Sakuya hesitantly asked him if he
could still stay if he allowed Ralph to share him the same way their
father did. The offer shocked the hell out of Ralph.

It took a very long talk for Ralph to make Sakuya understand he hadn't
stopped caring for him, didn't want to get rid of him, nor thought him
a nuisance. It took them the rest of the night to clear the air and for
Ralph to sooth his little brother's fears and insecurity.

Unfortunately, the other members of Lucifer were seriously pissed with
Sakuya for messing up their grand debut performance at the notable Live
bar. It hadn't helped that when Sakuya started to commit to the band he
instigated a fight in a Live bar which caused Lucifer to face a boycott
by the rest of the local bars for what looked like six months. Ralph
had desperately wanted to help him out, but he also knew Sakuya needed
to weather this trial with his band alone.

Hope came in the form of a local contest for bands to be judged by
representatives from the named music producers. The band jumped at the
opportunity. And Ralph had been especially pleased to overhear Sakuya
writing a song for them to be performed at the contest by way of
apology. 

For the first piece of music which Sakuya had ever written targeted at
the Japanese market, Datenshi Blue did staggeringly well. It was true
that the band only came in second at the contest and missed out on the
first prize contract with a local music producer. However, Ralph looked
at it as a sign of how far Sakuya had grown. This band was definitely
good for him.




With some subtle influence, Ralph had Lucifer signed on with Metro
Records. However, as good as they were, it was really only with Aine's
appearance that Lucifer's music started to be noticed.

With the girl's lyrics and Sakuya's music, Lucifer was taking off in
the charts; hitting the top ten constantly and frequently debuting at
number one. The Song Bird had found his muse.

Ralph had been ecstatic. Sakuya was a success long before his father's
time limit was up. However... With his wings finally restored, Ralph
found himself beginning to wonder when his Song Bird would leave the
nest at last. 

At the end of the day, Ralph knew it would be for the best. They were
brothers. He couldn't-- shouldn't keep fucking his little brother.

Out of concern for Sakuya, who was the youngest member of their band
and still far below the age of majority, Lucifer's leader Yukifumi Todo
had also quietly and diplomatically spoken to Ralph a couple of times
regarding their unnatural relationship. Yuki had reminded Ralph that it
was a career breaker if they were ever found out. That it was incest...
That it was wrong...

And Aine was a nice girl. She was dedicated to Sakuya and Lucifer.
And-- she could make Sakuya smile in ways Ralph had once thought was
reserved for him alone... Sakuya didn't need his Oniisan to protect him
anymore. Yuki promised Ralph that the band would do that for him.

That decided... On one of those rare nights when the brothers didn't
immediately start fucking when they got into bed together, Ralph told
Sakuya of his intention to return to the US to climb the corporate
ladder there. Sakuya had looked up at him with an expression which
screamed abandonment, but Ralph would not be swayed.

A week after that declaration, during which Sakuya had clung and made
desperate love with Ralph every night, for the last time Ralph kissed
his brother sweetly and tenderly fucked him senseless. When the morning
came he was gone.




From afar, Ralph had watched his brother grow from success to success
as Ralph worked on his future in Grazer Company. While he hadn't cared
to receive his father's praise and commendation, Ralph was happy enough
to have it with the assurance he was deserving of the power he would
inherit as heir to the company.

As much as he was proud of his brother and looking forward to seeing
the now renamed Λucifer start to make inroads into the international
market, Ralph had to admit that he was wary about meeting Sakuya again.
It was, however, inevitable since Λucifer eventually grew to a stature
which demanded their invitation to play at New York's Rock Music
Festival.

As they were one of Metro Record's leading bands, Ralph had to greet
them when they came into New York. There was a lot of hype in the media
for the return of Sakuya Ookouchi to the US, with the critics
speculating over whether he'd be able to translate his success in Japan
to the American market where he'd previously enjoyed some success but
not the best. This meeting could not be avoided. He dreaded the day as
it approached.

As was expected, Sakuya had married Aine. This was a match Ralph had
seen as a sure thing from miles away when the two kids met.
Unfortunately, how ever much he had been prepared for this future,
Ralph couldn't see himself being able to face Sakuya and the son Aine
gifted him with.

Ralph just couldn't stop thinking that-- Once-- a long time ago--
Sakuya was Rupert Grazer's Song Bird, until Ralph stole him from his
father. However, once Ralph rehabilitated the poor creature, Aine
stepped in and in turn stole his Song Bird away. Ralph had to wonder
then if his father had felt the same way when he had taken Sakuya to
Japan and out of his reach.




The band members of Λucifer and their families greeted Ralph warmly at
the airport. Ralph wondered if any of them could sense how much his
heart had ached when Aine held up her little boy to greet his uncle
Ralph. Sakuya's son-- looked like a carbon copy of his father. Thank
god he did not have his father's eyes though. The child had Aine's
eyes. If he did not-- Ralph did not know how he would have stayed sane.

Having packed the horde away in the hotel to rest after their long
journey, Ralph had returned to his apartment to collapse and-- cry. He
hadn't realised how much he had missed Sakuya over the years until he
saw the man again.

Yes, Sakuya was a *man* now. A young man; no longer a boy; no longer a
child; no longer a sweet innocent victim whom his father exploited and
trained to be a sex slave; and who in the beginning stubbornly resisted
Ralph's efforts to teach him how to be a 'normal' teenager.

Now that he had a child of his own, Ralph wondered if Sakuya looked
upon his past and realised how horribly he had been treated by the
Grazer family. And-- if he hated Ralph too.

So lost was he in his thoughts, Ralph didn't hear or notice he had an
intruder. Not until a pair of arms encircled his neck from behind and a
wet tongue licked his ear. "I've missed you, Oniisan."

Ralph escaped the arms and spun around to stare at the figure standing
behind his chair. "Saku--" He froze at the ethereal beauty that faced
him.

Sakuya stood clothed only in a dress shirt and nothing else. The trail
of clothes leading from the door to where he stood told Ralph how he
managed this. He smiled impishly at Ralph as he turned his body
slightly to look at his unclad bottom from where it peeked from beneath
the white shirt. "Did you miss me?"

"Sa--" Ralph could not stop himself from moving across the room to
sweep his brother into his arms.

They kissed long, hard and hungrily; both seemingly trying to devour
the other before Ralph came back to his senses and tried to draw away.
"Wait-- wait-- Sakuya-- we're *brothers*, this is wrong! We--"

"It's never stopped us before!" The blue eyed Japanese man tore at
Ralph's clothes to try and strip him. "Aine knows, Ralph. So does the
band. They know, and while-- while Yuki doesn't approve, he didn't try
and stop me. And-- Aine encouraged me to see you."

"But--"

Sakuya stopped trying to remove Ralph's clothes and looked him in the
eye. "You love me."

Ralph could not deny that. "I-- I can't-- I *shouldn't* love you this
way-- I--"

Sakuya stopped him with a kiss before speaking again. "It's too late,
Onnisan. After what-- otosan did to me-- I'm too messed up-- I-- I
tried, you know?

"I saw a counsellor-- spent thousands talking to a psychiatrist too--
But-- I-- I didn't want to change, Onissan." Sakuya told him softly as
he laid his head on Ralph's shoulder. "Everyone tells me that it's
wrong, but-- I didn't want to stop loving you the way I do."

Ralph didn't want to either--

He was going to burn in hell for this sin, but he didn't care. Ralph
turned his brother's face towards him and kissed him hungrily.

There was a passage Ralph remembered reading by an American writer,
Richard Bach. "If you love someone, set them free. If they come back
they're yours; if they don't they never were."

His Song Bird had flown back into his arms. And Ralph determined that
he wasn't ever going to let him go again.

~Owari~

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