Chapter 23

The damn pen was out of ink. Shin Sakamoto slammed it against the table and then rolled it in his hands, trying to make a rest of the color still appear. As, when testing, he saw that the pen still did not trace the lines, he threw it away, and then turned to the drawer, looking for other.

In front of him, a Kempeitai soldier stood silently while Shin tried to sign the documentation. He was in his private home office, finishing some reports on some civilians investigated for treason. All were cleared by Sakamoto who made them rethink their attitudes through some punches and threats.

"Better than a bullet in the body," he thought.

"Ah!" He exclaimed with relief when he saw an old pen hidden in the drawer. He held it up and signed his name on the paper. "Here," he handed the documents to the boy.

The soldier grabbed the documents and bowed, moving away. At the door, he ran into a handsome sergeant who appeared, like a ghost, suddenly.

" Excuse me, sir " the guy bowed, servile.

Jiro smiled. When the soldier disappeared, Saito entered the office, closing the door.

" Busy? " Asked to Shin, who was staring at him impassively.

" Did not" answer. "I just finished my reports."

Saito nodded, taking a deep breath. Then he straightened up in his chair, looking conflicted. The posture caught the attention of Sakamoto, who slid backward, waiting for what would come.

" Aiko-san made me a request " Jiro started. " And I accept it.

" A request?

Saito was silent for a few seconds, staring at his friend. Then he said, in an extremely quick tone:

"He asked for sex," he said and covered his ears, waiting for the screams.

But they didn't come. Amazed, after about a minute, he removed his hands from his ears.

" Won't you try to hit me? Cursing me? Call me a traitor?" He asked, still incredulous.

" Aiko asked you that? " seemed to still chew the information.

" I know it's a situation ..."

" Bother? Cruel? " Completed, looking, finally, angry. " Why did you tell me? I didn't know that I was the type of person to take advantage of the pain of friends."

Jiro denied it.

" Shin-chan, he doesn't want to sleep with me."

" I know that. But you know that I can't. And yet he accepted ..."

" You can't? You mean you sleep with anyone you feel like, except the one you love? And so you condemns his to a life without sexual pleasure, just giving him crumbs of his attention? And do you still have the courage to be irritated by him looking in someone else for a sensation that you deny him?"

"You would never understand," he persevered.

Saito got up from his chair, walked to the door, ready to end the discussion. But as he put his hand on the handle, he turned.

" I'm taking Aiko this afternoon to a cabin I rented during the morning. It is to the west, close to Fuji. We'll be there around fifteen. It is your choice to stop us or set us free. If you want the second option, know that I will make Aiko very happy, I will give myself entirely to him. However, if you choose the first, be aware that the only thing that will make me move away from there will be the certainty that I will be willing to give him everything he wants."

Sakamoto seemed taken aback by the words.

" Would you give Mamoru to me without a fight?" He asked.

" I love him, and I want you to be happy. When he is close to you, he shines. When they are separated, he seems without light " he confessed.

And with those words, he walked away.

***

"It's shaking," Jiro laughed as he opened the cabin door.

Aiko tried to smile at his friend, but his mouth looked mortified. Then he scolded himself, after all, he was a man in his early twenties, not a teenager with his first love.

It was just a man who would have sex. Score.

Ignoring the "for the first time" that the mind seemed to want to complete his idea, he entered the place. The log cabin was small, a kitchen combined with a bedroom. Everything very clean and organized, ideal for a romantic date or a honeymoon.

The bed was covered with a beautiful flowered bedspread, looked inviting.

Aiko walked among the furniture, placing the bag on the small table next to the stove. He looked closely at each detail before turning to Saito. When their eyes met, Jiro laughed.

" I don't want you to be nervous. We don't need to do anything that we don't want to do."

" But I want! " Mamoru stepped forward. " I need!"

"No, you don't need," Jiro denied. " You wants to adapt to a world that despises him for being a man who has never enjoyed someone else 's bed. This desire to be no longer different does not constitute a need. Just bullshit. Don't get carried away by what other people think, Mamoru. You are perfect as you are."

Aiko sighed.

" You do not understand me. Nobody understands me. I live in a world where everyone is sexually active, and I don't even know what a naked body feels like over mine."

The sentence made Jiro wince. However, telling himself to be calm, he went in the opposite direction of the courtier. He approached a cupboard and took out a bottle of sake.

" Do you want some? " He asked.

The other's anxious gaze seemed to ignore the drink.

" Are you going to drink? Asked the obvious. " When are you going to make love to me?"

Saito contained a hysterical laugh.

" Aiko, you have no idea how much I 'm holding back."

" I don't want it to be contained!"

Jiro smiled sadly.

" My dear, is that really what you want? Having your first time with someone you don't love?"

" But you love me! " persisted. "Teach me to love you," he asked.

It was a tempting request, however, for the first time, Saito felt fearful about the task. Until then, he had never slept with someone who did not want to be in his arms. The truth, however cruel, was that Aiko did not want his first time to be with him, but with Shin. Saito believed that one day he might come to make him love him, but he still had not achieved that.

Sex between men was much more carnal and intense than between a man and a woman. Was Aiko ready for this?

The courtier's determined look finally made Jiro act. He approached it carefully, rubbing his body lightly, almost imperceptibly. Then he took Mamoru's chin and kissed him lightly. He did not try to force the tongue, not even the body. He knew that Aiko was frightened, despite what he said, and he would never be forgiven if he turned that experience into a bad memory.

" I already said, I will repeat: no matter what time we are, if you ask me to stop, I will " he reaffirmed, trying to convey confidence.

The other nodded.

" Was your first time bad?" He asked, suddenly.

" No, it was wonderful. And do you know why? Because I was completely in love with the person I slept with."

Mamoru sighed.

"We both know that Sakamoto will never love me the way I love him," he said. " So, please, Jiro ... Stop trying to throw me at him. Don't you say you're in love with me? So fight for me! " he said. " I'm willing to forget Shin, but I need you to help me."

Saito nodded, delighted. He pulled Aiko out again, that time, more determined. The mouths met, but Jiro did not try to contain his daring tongue to play with Aiko's. They curled up, not only by the lips but also in a clear demonstration of the bodies that the desire between them arose, strong.

Jiro's gentle fingers tugged on the kimono's belt, opening it slightly. The naked and perfect chest appeared before his eyes, and Saito crouched down a little, to kiss him. He heard, ecstatically, a low moan from Aiko, who squirmed when Saito captured the pink nipple with his mouth.

" Beautiful " Jiro whispered, seeing that little show of pleasure.

And it was the only one. Furthermore, Aiko remained completely hard and nervous. Even unintentionally, that evidence of nervousness hurt Saito, who couldn't get it out of his mind that, with Shin, the courtier wouldn't be so petrified.

However, he didn't have much to think about. As soon as he kissed those perfect lips again, the sound of a loud knock on the door made him move away from Mamoru.

Anyway, Shin had come. Not that Saito expected him, but he expected it to appear. Faced with awe Aiko, he went to the door and opened it. Sakamoto came in like a volcano, foaming with anger and revolt. He said nothing, but Jiro realized that if he objected, they would both grapple on the floor like two kids by their mother's attention.

"Get out," he said to Jiro.

Aiko, who until then was stunned, decided to intervene.

" How dare you? " He revolted. " You leave."

Despite the sentence, the emotion in the courtier's eyes was clear, almost relieved by the interruption. Saito noticed that, and walked away, leaving no room for the reply.

When the door closed behind him, Jiro took a deep breath and held back his tears. Even though it hurt, acting with manliness was something he kept in himself like a buoy that saved him from sinking into the sea of ​​evil that had taken his soul.

***

Shin looked at Mamoru with a legitimate surprise. He indeed knew that Jiro had taken the courtier to that hut, and he also knew the purpose of the meeting, but he did not expect to find Aiko with his bare chest, reddened mouth and skin marked by the other's passion.

" Why are you here? " Aiko inquired. " Why did you send Jiro away? How dare you?"

"You should ask yourself why Saito left," he said.

Mamoru was speechless. Even so, Shin continued.

"Jiro knows that I love you, Aiko," he said. " He knows he has no right to take what is mine."

" Your? " wanted to laugh and say it didn't belong to him. But he realized that was the truth. " What's the use of being yours if you don't take me? I am no longer willing to wait to wait for my prince charming like a princess in a tower. I want a relationship in which I exist, be respected and loved."

" I always respected you!"

" Sleeping with other people in front of me? "

The sentence embarrassed Shin.

" I love you, Aiko " claim. " Even with all my faults, I love you."

" Platonic love. I don't want this anymore, Shin. You either take me over or let me stay with Jiro. It is a fair request."

Shin nodded. He put both hands in his pants pocket and then smiled.

" Jiro tells me u would be here this afternoon. And he told me that if I interrupted them, it must be because I was willing to be yours."

" And you are?"

" I'm here, aren't I?"

" To leave me dissatisfied in bed? To start something that will not end?"

Shin took two steps forward. It stopped.

"You let Jiro touch you," he said. " What did you feel?"

" You are not in the position to charge me anything.

" It's true, but I still want to know."

Mamoru sighed.

" I just wanted to know what it is like to be loved by someone because I have never been loved in my life " he laughed sadly. " And Jiro was willing to love me."

" Were you enjoying his kisses and touches? " demanded.

Mamoru looked to the side. He didn't seem to want to answer that question.

" Aiko " Sakamoto's tone was strong.

" No " he was frank, even against his will. "No," he repeated. " But what does it matter? Are you here to love me?"

Shin did not answer. Two more steps and he grabbed Aiko by the waist, in a possessive and firm touch. He faced him, that time without any fear, and kissed him with lust. Unlike Jiro's gentle kiss, Sakamoto's kiss was hard and demanding and, at the same time, warm and vigorous. Also, unlike the moment with the sergeant, Aiko found herself boiling in millions of fire spots that danced and walked over his skin, causing him to soften and groan loudly and without scruples, while the bodies pressed against each other.

He felt Shin pushing him against the bed. Aiko fell on it, overcome with desire. There he realized the inevitable: as perfect as Saito was, he was not what his being desired. Tremendous guilt came over him, drowned out by Sakamoto's erotic sight ripping off his coat, and then his shirt. The naked torso shivered. Guided by a primitive instinct, Aiko advanced against the other, licking his defined chest, feeling his tongue caress the salty skin as if it were the most delicious food of the gods.

" You never did that before? " Shin looked incredulous at that feverish Aiko.

" Sorry. Am I doing something wrong?" He asked. "Really, I never did anything like that, but I am so needy for you ..."

Sakamoto smiled with the corners of his lips. With both hands, he held Mamoru's prancing butt, bringing it against him, pressing his two hard elevations against each other.

"You want me," he laughed, ecstatic when he felt his friend was completely rigid.

"Of course I do," Shin replied. " Why do you think I came after Jiro and you?"

"A part of me believed that it was because of Saito that you were here," he admitted.

"You are a fool, Mamoru," he laughed, kissing him again. " A fool that I want to devour, lick, and suck on every piece of skin that my tongue can reach."

Aiko saw Shin bend over to open the kimono belt. In seconds, the traditional piece rested on the floor. Shortly afterward, he was accompanied by Mamoru's underwear. Embarrassed, he tried to cover his erect penis, but Sakamoto wouldn't let him. Taking his mouth to the elevation, Shin licked the base with pucker, while his right hand slid up and down the genital.

" Shin-chan " Aiko shouted at the sensation he had.

He had never felt that shudder. It was as if the body convulsed with pleasure.

Faced with that, Shin removed his pants. With both naked, the member of the imperial family took the lead. Lightly pushing his now-loving friend onto the bed, he lay down on top of him.

The touch between them was complete. Caressing the delicate face, Shin took it on the lips, in a burning kiss. Aiko groaned, lifting one leg, circling Shin's waist with him, becoming completely surrendered to him.

"I've never done that before," Shin whispered.

" Why, I know you did " Aiko laughed. " With a lot of people, by the way."

"I had sex, I never made love," Shin persevered. "I'm so crazy about you," he admitted.

Lowering his lips, he made a trail of kisses that went from the neck to the belly. When he was faced with the other man's virility, he took it again, this time swallowing it whole, making his head move up and down quickly.

Aiko grabbed the sheet, so he surrendered to the moment that he felt burst into pieces a few seconds later. He thought it was the end of that heyday, but Shin released him in the front and, after turning him on his back, attacked him from behind.

The pleasure was so intense that he tried desperately to escape. When his mouth sucked on her ass, Aiko whimpered. Suddenly, he needed more. Giving light movements with his butt back, he made Shin realize that that was not enough.

In seconds, Sakamoto lay on it, putting the big hard cock in your entry.

"It will hurt, Aiko," he said.

It couldn't hurt more than all those years that Shin disowned him. This he thought, of course, before Shin entered him, in a quick and deep thrust.

He screamed like a little woman. Irritated with himself, he covered his lips, preventing himself from continuing. Then, the treacherous mind made him think of Jiro. He thanked the heavens that Saito had left, and Shin had arrived. Aiko could never have given himself to another person. That pain, that pleasure, that mixture of heaven and hell, could never live with anyone else.

" Is it still hurting too much? " Shin asked quietly.

Aiko denied it. The unbearable pain that invaded him moments before, became just a slight sting.

" I'll get in, okay?"

He wanted to refuse. Maybe they could just stay that way, without moving. But when Shin's penis came out and came back, he realized that the sensation had been extremely potent in his lover. Then he lowered his head, muffling the groans of pain in the pillow.

The discomfort remained for about five direct burrows until Sakamoto stirred a little and when he returned, the penis touched some sensitive part, making him cry out in pleasure.

" Ah, I found " Sakamoto laughed happily. "It was easier in Jiro," he said, taking a swipe at his arm.

" Are you going to tell me about how you had sex with Jiro now?"

Shin laughed, coming out of Aiko. He turned it over, raising his legs to his waist, entering him again. He heard protests, but he silence them with a wet kiss.

Then, with that new ingredient, the dance soon became frantic. Isolated in that hut, neither of them hid their moans and screams. In a voluptuous dance, the bodies went into a state of frenzy. Aiko felt like he was climbing a mountain and needed to get to the top as soon as possible.

Gasping, he clung to Shin, asking for more, so that the other would be faster, that he would not stop, that he would soon relieve himself of that storm. Shortly thereafter, he felt himself explode again, in relief and strong shudder, in indescribable pleasure. Then Shin gave a hoarse cry, falling on him.

" I'm alive?" Sakamoto asked, wiping the sticky tip of his penis with his hands. "Are you alright?"

Aiko looked at the ceiling, smiling.

" I can't believe you deprived me of that feeling a lifetime. "

The joy suddenly turned to anger. Sitting carefully on the bed - even because he was in pain - Aiko punched Shin's arm.

" Why have you never done this before with me?"

" You should be smiling in love and not charging me! " Sakamoto complained, jumping out of bed. " Aren't we going to do more..".

The man went to the bathroom, looking for towels. When he found them, he wet them and started cleaning himself. He smiled when he realized that Aiko had wet his chest, in a demonstration that the experience had been good for him. Jiro was responsible for his happiness, in many ways. He would never know how to give pleasure to Aiko without the right teachings of his friend.

He returned to the room, and the vision hardened him again, he had never been like that, right after sex! Aiko, lying on the bed, naked and with a naughty smile on his face, looked like an invitation in the form of people.

" So, Aren't we going to do more??" He asked, moving his foot over the sheet, in a languid posture.

" Maybe we can going a little bit " Sakamoto returned, running to the bed.

When he felt that the other was lifting his ankle to his lips, Aiko laughed. Finally, he had discovered what happiness was.

***

Saito entered the courtyard of Ai and looked for Shiromiya with his eyes. However, it was old Nana who saw it, sweeping the dirt floor near the water source.

The elderly woman seemed surprised to see him and went towards him with a closed face.

" Where's Mamoru?" She asked.

"He's with Shin," he replied, simply. " Can I see Shiro?"

Saito wanted to talk to the teenager. Shiromiya was mature, always entertaining him with intelligent conversations, even if he was not a cultured person.

" Did you leave him with Sakamoto Shin? " the old woman looked disgusted.

Jiro shrugged.

" Why does their loving feeling bother you so much?"

" Why does it bother me? She repeated. " Why doesn't it bother you? Aren't you in love with him?"

" Yes, I learned to love him, and that feeling is so intense and powerful that I was able to deny myself to see him happy, " he said.

Nana clapped hands cruelly.

"Imbecile," she swore. " You are condemning him to death!"

" What you mean?"

The old woman turned her back to him, sweeping again, she seemed to be unaware of the words of those seconds before.

" Nana-baba, what do you mean? " Jiro insisted.

" Who cares what an old woman thinks? " She returned while walking away.

A bad feeling remained in Jiro for the rest of the day.

***

At eleven o'clock sharp, Shiromiya entered the stage. The rhythmic music did not seem to infect the star of Ai, who danced in a rehearsed choreography, without errors, but without any trace of feeling.

The audience, of course, felt the difference, but the applause remained strong and enthusiastic. Shiro had his fans. Even though courtier Aiko Mamoru was completely airy, smiling happily and far away, everything went on as usual.

Well, almost everything.

Shiro did not return to his room at the end of the presentation, being intercepted by Ryo what appeared in the darkness of the night, with bright eyes and an intense smile on his lips.

" Ryo-san? " Shiro murmured, as soon as he noticed his male figure propped on his door.

" Shiro, what is your biggest wish?"

The question haunted him. Shiro did not expect such an intimate and sudden question.

" What? " seemed in conflict.

But it wasn't. Until the night before, Shiromiya had coveted a peaceful life in his own home. He had the desire to grow old in peace, without seeing anyone, without ever needing to become a sex worker again. However, emotions changed after his feelings blossomed.

At that moment, his biggest dream was to be reciprocated by the man in front of him.

" Your wish is to have a house, no? " Ryo continued before the silence.

Shiro looked nervous but nodded. Then, he realized Ryo stuffing his hands in his pocket, from which he took out a handful of bills.

"I can give you a home, Shiro, and money," he waved the bills in the air. "A lot of money," he rectified. " And all you have to do is repeat what you did yesterday ..."

For a few seconds, Shiromiya lost his breath. Perhaps it was the realization that he understood that Ryo had misunderstood his gesture, perhaps the humiliating way in which he waved the notes in his face, perhaps the demonstration that, for the merchant, he was nothing more than a prostitute, anyway ... everything made him feel absurd pain in his chest.

In that tremendous darkness, Ryo did not see tears cloud his tired and sad eyes. He didn't see Shiromiya biting his lip, trying to hold back a groan of pain. In fact, too entertained in his sexual need, he barely saw him. But when the youngest boy's voice came out loud, among them, he shuddered.

" Thanks for the offer, but I refuse it."

" Refuse? " Ryo's face was filled with hatred. " What do you mean, refuse? Do you know how many nights you will need to swing that ass on stage to win what I'm offering you?"

Shiro took Ryo's arm, pulling him from the door, leaving his passage free. He opened the bedroom door and entered. Before closing it, however, he turned to the merchant and said, convinced.

" I don't want your money, Ryo-san. I never wanted it. I hope that one day I discover that not everything is for sale."

When the wooden door finally separated them, both Shiro and Ryo stayed for a few seconds looking at that window, dejected.

None of them slept that night.