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Erion balanced the case of beer on one hip as he opened the door, trying not to drop the bag with the cartons of cigarettes while he fumbled with the doorknob. The action made him giggle a little, until he remembered that he was pissed off at Kansas for being a complete asshole and a perverted fucker. A breeze blew Erion's hair in his eyes for a moment, and he shivered as he finally figured out how the doorknob was supposed to turn, and slipped back into the apartment.
Once inside, Erion blinked to clear the tears from the wind out of his eyes, and then froze, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Momo was nibbling on Kansas's neck, and Kansas was moaning deliciously, one leg hooked around Momo's leg and his hands sliding under Momo's t-shirt. The t-shirt rode up to reveal the black and red snake that covered Momo's lower back, below the enticingly golden skin.
Erion blinked again, and the case of beer dug into his hip, so he set it down carefully and put the bag of cigarettes on top of the case of beer. Erion looked again as Kansas and Momo, and he pulled off his jacket, threw it on the floor, and shoved Momo as hard as he could.
"Fuck!" Erion screamed. "I can't believe you two perverted fuckers! You send me out to waggle my ass for this perverted old fuck to get beer and cigarettes and I come back and you two are fucking glued to each other!"
"Erion," Kansas began, but Erion just stepped backward.
"You two do whatever the fuck you want," Erion snarled. "I'm fucking out of here!"
The young elf turned to grab his jacket off the floor, but Momo grabbed him and spun Erion around to face him, his hands reaching for Erion's ears. Momo slid his fingers up Erion's ears to the tips and he rubbed the sensitive points firmly, his eyes filled with something Erion could not name.
The reaction was instantaneous. Erion let out the most wanton moan, his hands reaching for Momo's t-shirt and fisting in it as he pulled Momo in for a searing kiss. Erion's hips bucked forward, and he pressed his rapidly hardening cock against Momo's thigh with a growl of pure lust, his silver eyes heated as he nipped Momo's lower lip sharply. Momo rubbed Erion's ears again, and the elf's moan was even more decadent.
Erion had managed to toe off his boots, and he bucked his hips forward again, grinding himself against Momo's cock as he moaned, his head falling back to expose his throat. Erion lost his balance as the case of beer bumped the backs of his legs, and he tried to fling his arms around Momo, forgetting in his drunken and lust-addled state that he was clinging to Momo's t-shirt. There was a ripping sound as the t-shirt gave way, and Momo's arms dropped to snag Erion around the waist, catching the young elf and pulling him close.
Erion nuzzled into the golden skin of Momo's chest, all but purring as he breathed in the scent of the taller man, and Momo let out a moan as Erion's hot mouth fastened on one nipple, the elf's slim hands dropping to fumble with Momo's belt. Erion's teeth scraped over Momo's nipple, his tongue lapping to soothe it immediately, and Momo ground into Erion with a gasp, feeling Erion's hard cock pressing against his thigh as Erion turned his head to assault Momo's other nipple.
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"Chief Kitamura-sama, Mori-sama is here, with several young men." The young officer bowed deeply, his uniform immaculate.
Kitamura nodded. "Please bring them into the victims' interview room, and have tea brought in."
Kitamura watched as the young officer bowed again, and scurried off to do his bidding. Truthfully, after the death of young Murai-san, Kitamura had lost hope of prosecuting Ogawa for his crimes, vile as they were, and he could not imagine what had brought Mori-sama here. Mori-sama had mentioned compelling evidence, and Kitamura knew the lawyer well enough to know that he spoke only the truth. With a deep sigh, Kitamura stood and straightened his uniform jacket, thinking of his nephew.
Satoru sat in the interview room, looking at Takahiro and the other five young men steadily. "The only thing I ask of any of you is to speak the truth. We can do this. We can bring Ogawa to justice, if we stand together."
Takahiro nodded, the shadows under his eyes a tribute to how poorly he had slept. He looked around at his fellow victims, and the young men seemed to draw strength from each other. Takahiro turned around and looked at Satoru with a ghost of a smile. "We're ready, Mori-sama."
The door opened, and Chief Kitamura walked in, his face stern. Satoru stood, and they bowed to each other formally.
"You said you have additional evidence, Mori-sama," Kitamura said carefully. "I'm almost afraid to get my hopes up after Murai-san's death."
Satoru nodded, a grim smile on his face. "This is Aoki Takahiro-san. He lives in the house between Ogawa and the Murai family, and he is another victim of Ogawa. Not only was he a victim, he has the missing videos. Ogawa left them with Aoki-san." Satoru gestured at the other young men. "These are the other victims of Ogawa, tracked down with help from Aoki-san. They are all ready to press charges against Ogawa."
Kitamura looked at Satoru, his expression one of mingled hope and triumph.
"That's not all, Kitamura-san," Satoru continued. "We have a video journal belonging to Aoki-san. On it he recorded Ogawa making vile threats against all of these young men, against Murai-san, and against Aoki-san's seven year old sister, right before he beat Aoki-san."
"Please allow me time to review this new evidence," Kitamura said. When Satoru nodded, the Station Chief withdrew to his office, sending the young officer in to take orders for light snacks for Satoru, Takahiro and the others.
By the time Kitamura returned, the lunch had arrived but everyone was picking at the food nervously. Kitamura himself had no appetite, and was quite sure he would not want to eat for the rest of the day.
Kitamura looked at the pale faces of the six young men, all of them determined to go through with this despite the potential for public humiliation and possibly lost employment. In the face of such courage, Kitamura could only bow deeply to the young men.
"You realize that the charges we are allowed to bring in your cases are those of indecent assault," Kitamura began. "However, we will also be able to use the threats against your family members and loved ones to bring charges of intimidation and reckless endangerment in the case of Aoki-san's sister. There is also the matter of illegal drugs used in three of these attacks. And of course, there is the matter of the witness tampering against Murai-san, and the resulting death of Murai-san, which his parents are pressing charges for as manslaughter."
Satoru felt a surge of pride as all the young men nodded. It was Takahiro who spoke for them all. "We will all press charges, Chief Kitamura-sama, all of us."
"Then the arrest will be made tomorrow," Kitamura said, in a tone of great respect. "You all have my thanks for your courage and the honor you show to Murai-san's memory."
Satoru rode with Kitamura in his personal car, the driver another of Kitamura's quiet but efficient young officers. Behind them was another police car, with three additional officers, their uniforms crisp and their faces as grim as Kitamura's face.
"You realize it's going to be the lunch break when we get to the university," Satoru said quietly.
Kitamura smiled without any humor at all. "I'm counting on that. I think this deserves an audience, don't you? I want as many people as possible to hear the charges as I arrest Ogawa."
"So you'll be making the arrest personally?" Satoru asked.
"It will highlight how seriously we're taking this, don't you think?" Kitamura responded. "The Station Chief himself making the arrest? I want Ogawa's cronies to understand that there will be no sympathy for him, or anyone who wants to be like him."
"Aoki-san went to classes this morning. I asked him to stay close to certain of Murai-san's friends." Satoru took a deep breath. "This is going to be interesting."
Takahiro stood next to Erion and Kansas, his baseball cap pulled down tightly and his hands fisted in his hoodie. Ryo and Eric walked over, and over Ryo's shoulder, Erion could see Taka arriving.
"What the fuck are you doing with them?" Taka snarled, stopping a short distance from the posse and Takahiro. "Get your ass over here. I need you to carry this for me." Taka held out his backpack.
"Fuck off, Ogawa," Erion snapped, moving to stand in front of Takahiro, his silver eyes blazing. "He's not your slave, you piece of shit."
Eric and Ryo moved closer to Takahiro as well, covering him from the rear, while Kansas glared at Taka. Kansas's palms were a little damp as his hands clenched into fists, and he fought back a small wave of panic, wondering if this would escalate into something messy. Kansas was no coward, but Taka had a knack for using just the right tone of voice, just the right commands to bring back all of Kansas's past and the paralyzing fear of those dark days.
Taka looked at Erion, his eyes narrowing. "Watch that mouth of yours, gaijin, or I'll be happy to teach you a lesson in manners."
"With your fists or your limp dick, asshole?" Erion snarled. "I'd love a chance to break your nose again. I could use the practice."
Taka sneered and shifted his gaze to Takahiro. "What the fuck are you waiting for? I told you to get over here."
"No," Takahiro replied, his voice clear and firm. "Find someone else to bully. I'm tired of your shit." Erion could sense Takahiro's trembling, and the posse closed in a little tighter around him in response.
"Fine," Taka said, his voice dripping contempt. "Play with your new friends, and when they get tired of your shit, don't coming crawling back to me, you useless fuck." He turned and walked away, shoving another student as he went.
Kansas breathed a small sigh of relief, and Erion growled a little deep in his throat, almost disappointed that Taka had not lost control and swung at him. Erion would have loved nothing more than to have been attacked publicly by Taka, giving him the protection of self-defense so he could take out all his grief and rage on Taka. Shaking his silvery head, Erion turned around to look at Takahiro, managing a bright smile.
"Well, that was refreshing," Erion joked, throwing an arm around Takahiro's shoulders.
"We made a schedule," Eric said calmly enough. "At least one of us is going to be with you at all times when you're not in class, Takahiro-san. We'll walk you to class, and we'll be there when you get out."
Takahiro nodded, the relief on his face plain. "I feel like I'm going to throw up. I swear, when he gets like that, he's scary as shit."
"He's not going to touch you," Ryo said.
Kansas nodded. "He's not stupid enough to touch any of us, not when there's anyone else around that can say he started things. He's a bully, and an evil piece of shit, but he's good at keeping up that image, especially with professors around."
"So, we'd better get ourselves to class," Erion said, breathing out the last of the adrenaline from the confrontation. "I'm walking you to your first class, Takahiro-san."
By lunchtime, there was no small amount of buzz in the cafeteria as the posse arrived with Takahiro, heading for their usual table. Taka was not far away, tossing his backpack on a table with a sneer as he glared at Takahiro. Erion waggled his fingers at Taka in a mock wave, and Kansas gave Erion a small poke.
"Don't provoke things," Kansas muttered, giving Erion a stern look.
Erion made a little face. "Sorry, 'lokiamin. You're right." He was about to sit, when a silence fell over the cafeteria, and he looked around to see Chief Kitamura walk in, Satoru at his side and three uniformed police officers behind him.
Everyone in the cafeteria froze, watching as Chief Kitamura walked over to where Taka was sitting with two other young men. Takahiro paled a little, and the posse closed ranks around him quickly, offering silent reassurance.
Chief Kitamura raised his voice as he spoke, making sure that his words carried to every corner of the cafeteria. "Ogawa Takahiro?"
"That's me," Taka said, not bothering to stand and bow. "What's this about, officer?"
The lack of any respect did not surprise Kitamura, and he kept his expression calm as he looked down at Taka. "I am Station Chief Kitamura of Setagaya-ku Prefecture, and I am placing you under arrest at this time. Please stand, Ogawa, and place yourself in the custody of my officers."
"Arresting me? What are the charges?" Taka's voice was equally loud, the contempt in it plain for all to hear. "You trumped up some more false accusations?"
Kitamura smiled, and it was a chilling sight. "You wish to have the charges against you stated? Very well. Ogawa Takahiro, you are under arrest on the following charges. In the matter of Boy One, two charges of indecent assault and one charge of using an illegal drug to render Boy One helpless so you could commit the first rape. In the matter of Boy Two, one charge of indecent assault, In the matter of Boy Three, one charge of indecent assault and one charge of using an illegal drug on Boy Three. In the matter of Boy Four, two charges of indecent assault."
"Shut up," Taka yelled. "What the hell is this?"
Kitamura continued calmly, ignoring the outburst as his officers moved around behind Taka. "In the matter of Boy Five, one charge of indecent assault. In the matter of Boy Six, four charges of indecent assault. In the matter of Boy Seven, three charges of indecent assault, one charge of using an illegal drug on Boy Seven, one charge of intimidating a witness to a criminal proceeding, and one charge of manslaughter. In addition to these charges, you are also being charged with endangering the welfare of a minor child."
Taka stood, his face blotchy and twisted with rage. "These charges are a pack of lies, and when they get dismissed, like the charges from that lying little piece of shit that killed himself, I'm going to ask my lawyer to sue you for harassment."
Chief Kitamura gestured to his officers. "Take Ogawa to the station, and place him in solitary confinement. He will be permitted one phone call to contact his lawyer. Beyond that, he is permitted no visitors other than police personnel."
Erion wrapped an arm around Takahiro, putting his mouth very close to Takahiro's ear. "Thank you. You did this, Takahiro-san. You made it possible, and I owe you a debt I can never repay, but I can start by saying that I'm proud to call you a friend."
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Erion looked up at Kansas, his silver eyes wide and filled with joy. "Do you mean that, 'lokiamin? Will you really marry me here, and we can really be husbands without waiting until I'm one hundred?"
"Of course I mean it," Kansas replied, his voice filled with his endless love for Erion. "There aren't even words to describe how much I love you."
Erion smiled, a beautiful radiant smile that made Kansas's heart soar. "I love you, my perfect Kansas. I'll be so proud to be your husband, and I promise I'll love you until time ends, and maybe even beyond that."
Erion wrapped his legs around Kansas's hips, hooking his ankles together to hold Kansas inside him for a little longer. The tender lovemaking had healed some of the aching pain in Erion's heart from watching the brutal videos. Erion had hated seeing the attacks, but he had felt a peculiar need, wanting to understand why Kageoshi had felt it necessary to leave this life behind, and now he knew. No matter how much Momo had loved him, no matter how much anyone had loved him, Kageoshi would never have gotten past the fear. He would have spent his life looking over his shoulder, waiting for that hated voice, those foul words to wash over him and crush his gentle soul once again.
Erion looked up at Kansas, who had lived through such terrible brutality himself, and who had emerged with a sweet innocence and a capacity for love that left the young elf breathless. This was his soulmate, the one he had been born to find, and Kansas completed Erion in ways that Erion had not even begun to fathom. It would take all of their eight hundred years in this life, and the eternity that awaited them after that, before Erion would come close to grasping the extent of Kansas's love.
"My blue dragon, my beloved," Erion whispered, his voice trembling with his love for this incredible man. "How did I get so blessed, 'lokiamin? You're all I could ever want, and I'll never stop loving you, not even after time ends." A tear of pure happiness slid from the corner of one eye, and Erion nuzzled his face into Kansas's neck with a moan of utter contentment. The small blue dragons tattooed on his hipbones seemed to wriggle a bit as Erion relaxed underneath Kansas, the last of his tension draining away.
Erion unhooked his ankles, angling for another kiss as he let Kansas's cock slide out of his ass, his fingers still laced with Kansas's fingers. Kansas plundered Erion's mouth with infinite tenderness, coaxing another sweet moan from his elf.
"Let me hold you, my love," Kansas murmured into the delicate sweep of Erion's ear, his hot breath making the elf shiver with bliss. "We'll get through this together, you and me."
"I know, 'lokamin," Erion replied, as Kansas slid to one side and settled on his back, pulling Erion to him and nuzzling Erion's silver hair as the elf rested his head on Kansas's shoulder. "I promise, baby, I won't hide anymore, or pull away inside myself. I'm sorry I scared you again like that. It's just that I don't always know what to do, or say. But no more hiding from you, okay?"
Kansas pressed a tender kiss to the silver head on his shoulder. "No more hiding, my moonbeam."
Erion relaxed into the strong young arms of his beloved Kansas, a sweet smile on his lips as he felt the limitless love wash over him, returning it fully as he let reverie claim him.
Sand poured two large whiskeys and brought them over to the couch where Satoshi was curled up, looking pensive. Satoshi looked up when Sand came over, managing a smile as he took the whiskey and sipped it.
Sand curled up next to Satoshi, running his fingers through Satoshi's amethyst hair. "It was a difficult night, saiai. How are you holding up?"
Satoshi leaned into Sand. "I'll be alright, a'mael. Being home helps." Satoshi took a sip of the whiskey.
"I cannot believe young Takahiro had such fortitude and foresight," Sand mused, sipping his own whiskey. "We may be able to deal with Ogawa after all."
Satoshi shot Sand a pained look, and Sand looked contrite. "I am sorry, my love. I should not dwell on that." Sand paused delicately. "Did the hug from Satoru-san comfort you at all?"
Satoshi shot Sand a small glare, as if to remind the elf that this was not his concern, but then Satoshi sighed a little and looked across the living room at the doors to the garden. "That's exactly how he used to hug me when I was younger, when I'd be upset about something. He'd pull me in just like that, with my head on his shoulder, and he'd stroke my hair until he could feel me calm down, and then he'd kiss my temple, just like that." Satoshi's voice was soft and wistful, and Sand let his fingers drift through the amethyst hair again.
"It looked so very natural, and right," Sand said, his own voice gentle.
Satoshi gave Sand a nod, his lips curved in a half smile, his eyes far away. "Sometimes, when I was a small boy, I'd think to myself that my parents didn't love me. I wonder if all children think that at some point, no matter how much we show them that we love them. Maybe that's why I try to tell Ryuu all the time how much I love him, so that he never has to doubt it, or to ask me if I love him."
Sand let his hand drift down to caress Satoshi's shoulder lightly, taking a sip of his whiskey as he watched his beloved husband. Satoshi's voice was still a little wistful, his expression nostalgic as he remembered.
"Anyway, whenever I'd be doubting whether or not they loved me, my father would sometimes just give me one of those hugs, and all my doubts would just disappear. I'd know that he loved me, just like that." Satoshi took another sip of his whiskey, leaning further into Sand almost unconsciously. "Even when I was grown up, he'd hug me like that if I needed it, and it would never fail to make me feel better, stronger and ready to deal with whatever was wrong."
Sand continued to stroke Satoshi's shoulder gently, enjoying the feel of his beautiful husband against him.
"I remember, a couple of weeks after I brought Kansas home, I was at my wits' end. He was impossible, so broken and crazy and I was ready to give up. I really was." Satoshi sighed a little. "It was late, but I went to my father's house anyway. He was up, and he didn't even ask why I was there so late. He just held out his arms, and he hugged me, and I could just feel the weight dropping off my shoulders. By the time I got back home, I was ready to deal with the little imp again. I felt so much more confident, and I guess that came across to Kansas, because we got past it that night, and the next night, and the next."
Sand's voice was very gentle, and a little wistful. "When he hugged you tonight, saiai, there was such a look of love on his face." Satoshi looked over at Sand, and the elf shrugged lightly. "I wonder sometimes, if he had lived, if my father would have had such love on his face when he held me. I like to think that he would."
Satoshi looked at Sand, his gorgeous eyes locked on Sand's blue eyes. "I'm sure he would have, my Masato." Satoshi reached up to touch Sand's cheek. "I'm sure he loved you without end. I can't imagine why he wouldn't love you like that."
Sand leaned in to kiss Satoshi lightly on the lips. "Thank you, cormamin. Kansas used his gift to let me talk to my father that one time, and I do think that he would have looked quite the same as your father did. At the very least, it makes me feel better to think so. I have always wished that I had a chance to get to know him, just for a little while."
Satoshi sipped his whiskey, curling into Sand's arms, letting the silence fill them both for a few minutes as they just relaxed together, shedding the strain of the day. Finally, Sand shifted slightly before speaking, his voice still very soft.
"One thing puzzles me, saiai. Your father referred to Kansas as his grandson?" Sand leaned forward a little to rest his cheek against Satoshi's hair.
"That's a long story," Satoshi said, looking into his whiskey for a moment. "The gist of it is that I went to my father to ask him about what would happen, legally, if someone bought another person, or if they were keeping another person as a slave, for sexual pleasure. I wanted to know what the punishment would be, according to the law. Of course, he wanted to know why I wanted to know, but I didn't want to tell him. I just kept telling him not to worry, but the truth is that I had seen Kansas, and I couldn't leave him there."
"Of course not," Sand murmured, his hand drifting up to stroke Satoshi's hair.
"Then, a few days later, I was back with more questions, about what would happen to someone like Kansas's owner, if it ever got out what he was doing. I didn't like what my father had to tell me." Satoshi shook his head sadly. "The law is pretty vague in that regard, and there wasn't a whole lot that could be done, not when the criminal codes pretend certain crimes don't exist. So, I told my father not to worry, and I left. Of course, I went and bought Kansas, and took him home, but I never said anything to my father."
Satoshi paused for a sip of whiskey. "After about a month of not hearing from me, my father showed up at the house, completely out of the blue. So, I showed him Kansas, and I explained what I'd done, and why. Kansas was almost fourteen, as skinny as you can possibly imagine, I mean emaciated. He was scared shitless of everyone and everything. When my father realized that I was determined to help Kansas, he offered to help me."
Satoshi smiled, that little half smile. "My father is the one who helped us get Kansas a name, and get him legal status here. He arranged for Yuji to become Kansas's legal guardian, because Yuji was already out of university, and had a steady job and a fiancee. It took a while, but Kansas started to come around, and my father came over a few times to see us. For some reason, I guess he just started seeing Kansas as his grandson." Satoshi giggled a little. "I'll never forget the look on Kansas's face the first time my father called him grandson to his face. I wish I could have taken a picture of that."
Sand held Satoshi for another few minutes, and then Satoshi spoke again, his voice very soft.
"When Kansas told me that he loved me, in the sexual sense, I went to my father and I asked his advice." Satoshi sighed a little. "You know what he told me? He told me to follow my heart."
Sand looked at Satoshi, his blue eyes filled with gentle love. "I think it shows great love for a father to do such a thing, to encourage his son to follow his heart. I would like to think that my father would have done the same thing."
"Maybe you're right," Satoshi said, and then he leaned into Sand. "Take me to bed, Masato. I think I just want to curl up in our bed and let this day end."
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Erion looked at Satoshi. "I have to see this, all of it. I don't know if I can explain why, if there are even words for it, but I have to do this." Erion's eyes were very pale, but the blue ring was clear and distinct, and Satoshi nodded.
"I'll go stay with Tatsuya until you're done," Satoshi said, stroking Erion's cheek. Erion nodded his thanks, and Momo looked at Sand and Satoshi soberly, his face set like stone.
"I'll watch. I owe my tenshi to watch." Momo gestured for Erion to sit with him, drawing the young elf into his embrace. He looked at Hiro. "If you can't watch, I'll understand, Takahiro-san."
Sand cleared his throat with difficulty, his blue eyes hooded to hide his jumbled emotions. "I think I have seen more than enough. Takahiro-san, I would not ask you to relive any more of this." Sand held out a slim hand to the sobbing young man. "I think I could use tea and sake myself."
Hiro fell into Sand's embrace with another spate of wrenching sobs, and he let Sand lead him out into the living room. Sand handed Hiro a sake and then poured him some tea, while Satoshi wrapped his arms around Kansas, cradling the imp tenderly. Kenshin poured more sake for Satoshi, Sand and himself, and Kokoro choked back a quiet sob as she went to make more tea.
"Ogawa's a monster," Kenshin muttered, his eyes red-rimmed and swollen. "We welcomed him into our home. We treated him with respect and offered him friendship, and this is how he repaid us." He looked toward the kitchen to make sure Kokoro was not returning. "Do you think they'll play those at the trial? They'll kill my wife."
Sand looked at Kenshin with enormous sympathy. "I am sure the judge can review them in private, but I could not say for sure. Perhaps Mori-sama can petition the court for that. Ogawa's attorney will no doubt seek to disparage those videos, to claim that they are false, or taken out of context somehow, but I do not think that tactic will work, not when the other evidence gathered by this brave young man is presented." Sand laid a gentle hand on Hiro's shoulder, his blue eyes warm. "You showed great presence of mind, even under such dreadful circumstances. Thanks to you, we have a strong case to present."
Hiro ducked his head, unable to look at Sand, his cheeks flaming under the lookalike haircut, and Sand felt a sudden pang of sympathy for the young man.
"As soon as Ogawa is taken into custody, I am taking you to the stylist the family uses, and you can have your hair done the way you prefer, Takahiro-san." Sand held up a hand when Hiro went to protest. "It is a very small thing for me to do, and not even adequate to express my gratitude. It would please me greatly if you would permit me this small thing."
Hiro nodded, unable to speak for a moment, the relief at not having to wear his hair in imitation of Kansas almost overwhelming him.
Erion curled into Momo's side, his eyes pale as he watched Hiro being brutalized, and then it was the first of the two attacks on Kageoshi in August, while Erion was away. The depraved cockiness of Ogawa's bringing the camera to the Murai house to document his rapes left Erion shivering in grief and helpless rage. Erion wanted to scream as he watched Kageoshi, dazed and helpless, being savagely beaten and brutally raped, Ogawa hissing threats against Momo in between gloating at how much he was enjoying the small teen and taunting him about how he would be begging Ogawa to take him again.
Erion's cheeks were wet with tears as he shuddered, and Momo's arm tightened around the young elf. Erion snuggled closer, grateful for the contact, and he felt Momo bury his face in the back of Erion's thick hair, his breath hitching as he struggled to contain a small sob.
The second attack was worse, and Erion wrapped his arms around Momo's strong chest as Momo's face dipped into the back of Erion's neck again, the sobs slipping out this time. Kageoshi fought back this time, like a little wildcat, and even Satoru choked when he heard Ogawa's threats against the Murai family, his voice so cold and reptilian that Erion let out a stifled scream and hid his face in Momo's chest. They clung to each other desperately, Momo's grip on Erion almost painful, but Erion only clung tighter, his throat swollen with tears.
When the last video ended, Satoru shut the hard drive down with shaking fingers, removing it carefully and putting it in his pocket. Erion heard Momo's voice, so soft that it was barely audible.
"Aishi teru, watashi no tenshi. I love you, my angel." Momo breathed the words into the thick silver hair of the young elf, and held Erion tightly for a moment longer before he was able to open his cramped hands. The three men stood, all of them shaky and slowly made their way into the living room.
Satoshi stood up as they emerged from the den, and Satoru walked straight over to Satoshi, putting his arms around Satoshi and pulling him into a close embrace. One of Satoru's hands began to stroke Satoshi's hair tenderly, the comforting gesture the same one Satoru had used to soothe Satoshi when he was a child, and Satoshi's head fell forward almost automatically to rest on Satoru's shoulder. As Sand watched in utter amazement, Satoshi's arms slipped around Satoru, and he held on to his father.
"I'm sorry," Satoru murmured into Satoshi's amethyst hair, and Satoshi nodded slightly. Satoru pressed a tender kiss to Satoshi's temple, his eyes wet, and then Satoru released Satoshi from his embrace, watching as Satoshi stepped back.
Erion had flung himself at Kansas, his silver eyes wet as he buried his face in Kansas's shoulder. "Oh, 'lokiamin, I want to go home. Can we go home now?"
Sand had also stood up, and he embraced Momo, holding the younger man tightly for a long moment. Momo stepped back after a moment, and gave Sand the ghost of a smile.
"I don't know about anyone else, but I am going home and drinking myself stupid. I've got enough to get three people drunk," Momo muttered, looking sidelong at Kansas. "That should be just about enough."
Sand shot the younger man a slightly alarmed look, but Momo just shrugged as if to tell Sand that he would cope in his own fashion. Satoru cleared his throat a little.
"Sakai-san, maybe you could come with me and help me collect the rest of the evidence that Aoki-san has at his home?" Satoru suggested. "You could help Aoki-san get settled at my house, and we could have a drink afterward."
Hiro's head lifted slightly at that suggestion, and Momo looked at Satoru for a long moment before he nodded. "Yeah, I could do that."
Kansas stroked Erion's back lovingly. "We'll go home, isilmeamin. I'll take you home."
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Erion's blood felt like ice in his veins. "No one wanted to believe our angel, about the camera, but he was right. He never lied. Can we use this? Can we make that fuck pay, for our angel, for Takahiro-san, for all the others?"
Erion looked at Satoru, his eyes the color of a stormcloud, and he waited until the older man nodded, his own eyes bright with unshed tears. The young elf nodded, looking grim and somehow much older, and he stood. "I'm going to go find my husband. I should have killed that sick fuck when he went after Tatsuya at uni, in the bathroom."
Sand shot his nephew a look, and got up to cross to Momo's side. "Momo-san, you cannot blame yourself. Nor can you, Yuki-kun." Sand raised his voice to make sure Erion heard him, the young elf already tugging his shoes back on. Sand kept his eyes on Momo, but the door did not open, and he knew that Erion was listening as well.
"Ogawa is a predator, and more than adept at concealing his tracks. He managed to hide his true nature from almost everyone, and only his victims knew for certain what he was. His threats ensured their silence, and I cannot find fault in their desire to protect their families and loved ones." Sand sighed a little, his voice soft but firm. "To lose yourself in blame is to let him win. You become unfocused, trapped in a web of indecision, and he gains. If we wish him to pay, and I think we are all of one mind, then we must put aside all thoughts of blame, all recriminations for not having acted in the past. The past is over, and we learn from it."
Sand put a gentle hand on Momo's shoulder. "I can think of nothing I want to do less than watch these videos, but it is time to take the offensive and take our battle to Ogawa. If these videos constitute proof, then we will shove this proof down his throat and watch him choke on it. And if the law does not do enough, then we will fight to change the law. It is all we have left that we can offer that young angel." Sand turned his gaze on Satoru.
Satoru nodded again, his face grim. "I'm willing to take this on. I'll bring this to the police, and they'll act. Chief Kitamura will see to it that they do."
Sand heard the door close, and he reached out to pull Momo up and into his arms. Momo stifled a sob and let himself be pulled in, clinging to Sand almost desperately, and once again, Sand was reminded of the times he had flung himself into Hawk's arms in the same manner.
"We will see justice done, Momo-san, I promise you," Sand said, stroking Momo's back gently as though he were comforting a younger brother. "Ogawa will not go unpunished."
Kokoro had moved next to Hiro, and she pulled him to her, ignoring his brief resistance. "Oh, Takahiro-kun, I'm so sorry. I've known you all your life, and Mari-chan as well. I don't blame you for any of this, but if you need to hear me say it, I forgive you and I know my Kage-chan forgives you."
Hiro's breath hitched, and then he began to cry, his whole body shaking with the fierceness of his sobs. Kokoro folded him into her embrace, crooning to him as she stroked his hair, her own cheeks wet.
Satoru looked over at Kenshin, his expression deeply apologetic. "I hate to ask this, Murai-sama, but do you have an office with a computer, where we could watch these videos privately? I'd like to be sure of what's on here before I bring it to Station Chief Kitamura."
Kenshin nodded, standing slowly. "I understand completely, Mori-sama. We can use my office. It's this way."
Erion spotted Kansas, the air around his beloved seeming to churn with the force of Kansas's rage. The young elf felt an overwhelming sense of dread, not from his bond with Kansas, but from somewhere else. It took Erion a moment to realize that Kansas was drawing on Tatsuya's power, and his own gift to touch the spirits, and Erion felt a strange tingling from his tattoo.
"Don't, 'lokiamin," Erion said quietly, wrapping his arms around Kansas and ignoring the stiffness of his lover in his arms. "Whatever it is you're doing, just don't. I can feel it, Nim'Cath can feel it, and you're scaring the shit out of me."
"That fucking bastard," Kansas hissed, his eyes almost as silver as Erion's with rage. "All this time, he's been stalking me, hunting me like prey? I'll show him what it's like to be fucking prey."
"Baby, please don't do this," Erion pleaded, his own eyes wet with tears. "Sand's right. If we let him get to us, if we let him make us like him, he wins. Don't let him win, Kansas. Don't let that fucker drag you down into the Abyss with him."
"I won't be dragged down with him. I'm stronger than him." Kansas remained stiff and unyielding in Erion's arms, and the young elf choked back a sob.
"Whatever it is you're calling, it's dark. It's darker than my shadows, and those are pretty fucking dark. Can you promise me that you won't lose yourself to whatever you're calling?" Erion forced Kansas to look at him. "Look me in the eyes and swear it to me, 'lokiamin. I lost you once, and I've found you, and I won't lose you again. It'll kill me if you become like him."
Kansas stared into the silver eyes of his little moonbeam, unyielding and hard with the power of Tatsuya running through his veins, and then he remembered.
"I won't lose you again. I'm sorry, isilmeamin, I'm sorry. I won't do this. I won't become like him." Kansas sobbed a little, and wrapped his arms around Erion tightly, sobbing into the silver hair, his heart aching with the memories of how they had been parted.
Erion gasped and then sobbed in relief, feeling Kansas relax into his arms, and the young elf clung to his beloved gratefully. "Thank you, 'lokiamin. You're shivering, baby. Come back inside with me."
Kansas let Erion tug him back into the house, but despite the cold that permeated him, Kansas felt a glow in his heart, and he knew he had made the right decision this time.
Sand looked up as Kansas and Erion slipped back into the house, stopping to take off their boots. He still had an arm around Momo, and Kansas was reminded of the way Erion would throw an arm around Falon when Falon was upset, or had banged himself up doing a reckless stunt.
Satoshi jumped up and hurried over to pull Kansas into a hug, and then pulled Erion in to join them. "We're going to watch the videos in Murai-sama's office before they go to the police," Satoshi said quietly. "Do you two want to see them?"
Erion looked up at Kansas, his silver eyes wide. Kansas nodded, sending a wave of love and reassurance through their bond, and Erion nodded back, their silent communication effective.
"We'll watch," Kansas said, his voice level and firm, and Satoshi found himself admiring the imp's maturity all over again.
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Erion helped Ryo guide Hiro to the open seat in their row, giving the reluctant youngster an encouraging touch on his shoulder. Kansas and Eric just nodded as well, accepting Hiro into their midst without question. Erion could sense Hiro's unease, but he attributed it to fear of being sent away because he was friendly with that monster who had driven Kageoshi to such despair. Even in his thoughts, Erion refused to use that name, not a shred of forgiveness in his heart.
When it came time to offer the incense again, Hiro was trembling so badly that he dropped his stick of incense. Erion moved with that swift elven grace of his, and caught the incense before it could touch the ground, placing it back in Hiro's icy hands with a gentle pat of friendship.
"It's okay, Takahiro-san," Erion whispered very quietly. Erion placed his own offering after Hiro, his own hands trembling slightly.
Erion clung to Kansas through the meal, while Kageoshi was being cremated, his eyes pale as he picked at his food. Erion had taken only a few morsels anyway, knowing that he probably could not eat, and he looked over at Eric who had done the same thing. Kansas kept his arm around Erion the entire time, lending his little elf strength and sending him endless love through their bond.
When Kenshin and Kokoro returned to gather the family for the bone picking ceremony, Erion was slightly dismayed to see that the youngsters were included in the invitation. Erion knew it was a great honor, but he was terrified that he would break down, or drop a bone, or do something awful to disgrace himself. Kansas sent Erion a fresh wave of love and reassurance, and Erion took a deep breath and let himself be guided into the room.
It was even harder than Erion feared. While elves did not forbid cremation, it was not their preferred burial practice, and to see the ashes and bones laid out in roughly the shape of his beloved adopted brother was a shock for the young elf. He grasped Kansas's arm tightly and watched, tears streaking his cheeks, as the relatives used large metal chopsticks to carefully pick out bones and place them into the waiting urn. Erion's sobs were soundless, though, and his eyes were pale and wide. It did not help that Erion could feel Kansas's rage, his desire to tear the monster apart with his bare hands.
Erion watched as the relatives passed their chopsticks on the the next person, observing what they did even while dreading his turn. Still, this ceremony was very important, and Erion had read that it was a great honor to be asked to share in this part of the funeral process, and he was determined to show his Kage-chan this final bit of respect as a mark of his love. Erion watched as Hiro picked a bone and placed it in the urn, followed by Ryo and Eric, and then it was time for him and Kansas.
Erion snuck a quick look at Kenshin, and the kind man pointed very subtly to a bone that Erion could pick. The young elf took a deep breath, and lifted the bone with steady hands, placing it in the urn with gentle reverence before stepping away to allow Kansas to choose his bone. When all the bones were placed in the urn, including the hyoid bone which was placed by Momo, Momo sobbed and placed Kageoshi's gold ring in the urn. Kokoro nodded to Erion, and the young elf carefully added the pendant engraved with Selûne and her Tears, the symbol of his family that he meant to give to Kage-chan.
Then it was time to go to the cemetery, and Erion clung to Kansas as they walked to the family's tomb, his cheeks wet with an endless stream of tears. Erion still was not sobbing aloud, and Kansas stroked Erion's back gently, worried about his elf. Vale laid a slim hand on Kansas's shoulder, offering him support as well, and Yuji stood behind the young lovers.
Sand was standing with Satoshi, cradling his distraught husband, offering all his strength and love through their bond, and feeling the same endless love from Yuji washing over the whole family. Satoshi wept quietly, his grief profound at the loss of this young life, and Sand sensed a father's fear mixed in with this grief. Sand could not deny that the same fear had risen in his heart, and he was sure that Yuji and Vale felt as he did. It was a terrible grief, to bury a child, and Sand also knew that Satoshi carried in him the faint memory of the loss of his own siblings, making this so much harder for the gentle man to endure.
Kenshin urged Momo to place the urn in the family's tomb, and Momo did so, but that was the final thing that Momo could endure, and he finally gave in to his awful grief and began to cry. Momo's weeping was so hard that he went limp, Katsurou just managing to catch Momo before he fell to the ground.
Sand moved forward and gently took Momo into his arms, cradling the younger man and letting him weep as hard as he needed to into Sand's strong shoulder. Sand stroked Momo's back tenderly, offering the only solace he could in the form of comfort. This was not a pain that words could soothe, and Momo would live with it until time had eased the pain.
Sand led Momo to their car, and he and Satoshi took the grieving Momo home to the estate, allowing him to sleep for a full day and offering him all the love they could when he finally woke, his eyes swollen and red.
The return to university was difficult, and Erion looked at the empty seat beside him with a small sob. He approached his professors with great deference and politeness, and asked if they would mind if he chose another seat, the reminder of Kageoshi too much for him to bear. All of them agreed to allow the young foreigner to move, and Erion threw himself back into his studies with a singleminded intensity, not seeking to make any new friends among his classmates.
Erion did regret that Hiro returned to his role as Taka's shadow, not giving any of the group a chance to get him alone and talk to him. Whenever possible, Erion avoided the person he blamed for Kageoshi's death, but when Taka began to brag about how the charges had been dropped because Kageoshi killed himself, proving himself a liar, Erion snapped and went for him, murder plain in his silver eyes. The only one who could understand any of what Erion screamed was Kansas, who paled at the ferocity of Erion's curses as he spat in a wild mixture of elven and what sounded like a more sibilant and sharp version of elven. Comprehensible or not, the young elf's intent was clear, and Taka was visibly shaken. It took Kansas, Ryo and Eric to hold Erion back, and Kansas was terrified that Erion would hurt himself as he struggled to get free.
The three youngsters managed to get Erion into Eric's car, and Kansas had to hold Erion tightly to keep the young elf from flinging himself out of the car to go back and find Taka. Finally, Erion gave a shuddering gasp, and went limp in Kansas's arms, sobbing with a bitterness that was terrible in its intensity.
Kansas helped Erion into the house, stroking his lover's back tenderly while Erion sobbed as though he would never stop.
"Shhh, we're home, baby," Kansas soothed, as Erion kicked off his shoes and hung his coat up, his face wet.
"Why is he still breathing? He shouldn't be allowed to breathe anymore," Erion sobbed, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "He should have been burnt with our tenshi, and his soul taken to the Abyss to be torn apart for the amusement of the lowest demons, over and over, until time ends."
Kansas paled slightly, worried that Erion had been pushed beyond healing, but Erion turned to Kansas and looked at him.
"I'm sorry, 'lokiamin. I'm sorry," Erion sobbed, and threw himself into Kansas's embrace. "I don't want to be like him, and I'm not going to let him make me hate him enough to become like him. I'm sorry, forgive me."
Kansas hugged his elf, sobbing in a mixture of grief and relief. "I forgive you, isilmeamin. I forgive you a thousand times and I love you endlessly." Kansas took Erion in to the living room, and cradled him on the couch, letting the young elf cry himself out, his own heart aching terribly.
Erion looked at Hiro, his face pale. "The last time? He did it to you?" Erion reached out to pull Hiro into a hug. "Takahiro-chan, I'm so sorry."
The gentle hug made Hiro begin to sob harder, and Erion held him tightly, feeling horrible that they had not reached out to Hiro sooner, had not seen the signs and acted.
"Other boys?" Sand asked, keeping his voice gentle. "Aoki-san, how many others?"
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I want to know why I get recaptchas in kanji... I mean, really...
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Pen Name: BronxWench
Story link: A Plague in the Alienage
Review Replies: Review Replies
Type of fic: Flashfic
Rating: Adult+
Fandom: Games > Dragon Age: Origins
Warnings: Anal, AFFO, ChallengeFic, M/M
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"Momo-san." Sand's voice was calm, his blue eyes icy. He laid a slim, scarred hand on Momo's shoulder, feeling the fury boiling off the younger man. "I am Mori Masato." Sand bowed politely to Momo's uncle, a calling card in his free hand which he extended to the pudgy man.
Momo's uncle's eyes opened wide as he looked at the creamy thick paper with Sand's name and the word "Archaeology" in both kanji and English. Below that was Sand's cell number and the words "Tokyo" and "Cornwall" in English. He began to fumble in his pockets, finally producing a creased card that he unbent and offered to Sand in return.
"I will be taking Sakai-san to the funeral of Murai-san. I regret that this causes you any inconvenience, and I am sure we can discuss this in more detail later..." Sand looked at the somewhat greasy card he had been handed. "Ine-san," he finished, his Japanese cultured and precise.
Sand did not give Ine-san a chance to regroup, nor did he give Momo an opportunity to throttle his uncle. Instead, Sand pressed on Momo's shoulder hard enough to get his attention, and turned the younger man to the door, guiding him out. Sand ushered Momo up the steps to his loft apartment, taking the keys from Momo and opening the door before urging Momo inside, Kansas and Erion following.
"Go shower," Sand said calmly. His tone brooked no opposition, and Momo headed for the shower meekly enough. Sand watched him disappear into the bathroom, and then pulled out his cell phone. A quick call to his tailor ensured that mourning hakama and kimono were available, and in Momo's size. Sand made sure his tailor would have a fresh juban, obi, tabi and geta ready as well, and then ended the call.
Momo came out of the shower, immaculately clean and dressed in neat jeans and a sweater, subdued and quiet, and Kansas hurried over to hug him. Erion was right behind Kansas, and Sand nodded, his blue eyes warm with love for the young man.
"I need a favor, Masato-san," Momo said quietly. "I was going to shave my head, but when I decided I wasn't going, I didn't bother. I want to have my lock of hair that my tenshi asked for."
"Is that a tradition here, to shave your head to express mourning?" Sand asked, following Momo into the bathroom to help Momo.
"No," Momo replied shortly, and then sighed. "It was just... when we would kiss, Kage-chan used to fist his hands in my hair. I was feeling crazy, and I thought maybe..."
Sand stroked Momo's shoulder in gentle sympathy. "Where shall I cut to get the lock of hair?"
Momo heaved a breath, his voice trembling a little. "You see this piece here, right above my right ear?" Momo tugged on the edge of a swirl in his hair, where one lock seemed to stand out. "This one piece always sticks out in a funny way when I wake up, and if I cut my hair short, it'd stick straight out. It always made Kage-chan laugh. That's the lock I want him to have."
Sand very carefully cut the chosen lock of hair, and Momo folded it into a clean tissue.
"Come then," Sand said, handing Momo his keys so he could lock up, and they headed to Sand's tailor so Momo could change.
Erion looked at Momo when he emerged from the dressing room, utterly amazed at how perfect Momo looked in the formal clothing. Sand handed Momo a set of juzu with a small nod, and they all got back into the car for the drive to the ceremony. Kansas drove, and Erion sat in front beside him, while Momo sat with Sand in the back, his eyes moist.
"This is the right thing, Momo-san," Sand said quietly. "You were his husband. It is important that you be with him now."
Momo nodded, his face etched with grief, and his hand crept over to slide into Sand's hand, his fingers icy. Sand noticed with approval that Momo was wearing the gold ring, and he gently squeezed Momo's hand.
"You are not alone, Momo-san." Sand held Momo's hand until Kansas pulled into the parking lot of the temple. As they got out of the car, Sand held Momo back while Kansas and Erion entered the temple, Erion paler than usual and staying very close to Kansas. Sand reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a black and silver envelope and handed it to Momo.
"I can't take this, Masato-san," Momo protested.
"We will discuss it later," Sand replied gently. "We should go in now."
Sand guided Momo inside the temple, where the altar was prepared, the coffin resting atop it. The Murai family was already seated in the front row, and there was one seat open. Momo placed his envelope on the offering table, and Sand gently escorted Momo to the open seat in the front row, taking his own seat behind the family in the third row of seats where they had asked the Hayashi-Mori family to sit. Satoshi, Yuji, Willow and Vale were already there, the children at home with Maela, who had come from Neverwinter to watch them. Eric, Mr and Mrs Sjostrand, Ryo, Kansas and Erion were in the second row of seats. Kokoro and Kenshin both managed small smiles for Momo, and Kokoro took his hand for a moment, pressing it gently.
"Thank you, Sakai-san. It is your place to be here with us today, as his husband," Kenshin said quietly, his eyes sad but kind.
Kageoshi looked peaceful, his white kimono immaculate, the right side over the left as was traditional. A pair of sandals, six coins and a small notebook and pencil were placed in the coffin with Kageoshi, which made Momo choke back a small sob. The priest looked at the family with great sympathy, waiting while the remaining guests seated themselves. Hiro arrived with his mother and stepfather, and Kojima-sama and Kojima-san seated themselves behind the Hayashi-Mori family. There was a seat for Hiro with the rest of the youngsters, but he sat with his family, his head down. In the very rear of the room, Ogawa-sama and Ogawa-san stood quietly, not wanting to draw any attention to themselves. Just as the priest began his sutra, Matsu and Kohaku slipped in, both dressed in black suits.
During the recitation of the sutra, each member of the family, in turn, offered incense three times to the special urn for that purpose that sat in front of the altar. It was Kenshin who handed the incense to Momo, and urged him forward to make his ritual offering. Kenshin then gestured for the youngsters in the second row to make their ritual offerings in that urn as well. Erion looked at Kansas, wide-eyed and pale, but he managed to make his offering with trembling hands, tears beading on his thick eyelashes. Kansas made his offerings as well, his eyes pale with grief, and then he helped Erion back to their seats. Ryo was as stoic as ever, although his eyes clearly showed his pain, and Eric wept unashamedly.
There was a second urn for the rest of the guests to make their offerings, and everyone took their turn, including the Ogawas, who kept their heads bowed and returned quickly to the rear of the room. Hiro too never raised his head, walking between his mother and stepfather, his shoulders hunched in misery. Erion felt a surge of unexpected sympathy for Hiro, remembering how Hiro had come and hugged Kageoshi after the last attacks.
The priest finished his recitation, and it was time for everyone to move around and offer their condolences to the grieving family. Momo turned as if to move away, but Kenshin laid a hand on Momo's shoulder.
"Whatever anyone thinks about it, and whether or not the government would recognize it, to us you are Kage-chan's husband, and we would be honored if you stood with us." Kenshin's kind face showed the strain of his loss, and Momo did not have the heart to refuse this good man.
"Thank you, Murai-sama, for this honor," Momo said, his voice trembling.
"You honor us," Kokoro said, her voice soft but firm. "You loved our Kage-chan and made him happier than ever. And thank you for wearing hakama. You are a part of our family, and it was proper to do so."
Momo's breath hitched a little, and his tears threatened to come, but he managed to control them.
Kokoro held out a small journal to Momo. "This is Kage-chan's journal. I think it should be yours now." Then Kokoro held out the gold ring that Momo had given his sweet husband. "Do you want to keep this?"
Momo's voice broke a little. "Please, Murai-san, you keep it. It should go in his urn."
"Then you can put it in tomorrow yourself. I'll hold it until then." Kokoro touched Momo's cheek lightly.
The small cluster of Kageoshi's friends were the first to come over. The youngsters came up in a group, the Sjostrands behind them.
"Did you all get your letters?" Kokoro asked, her voice soft. When the youngsters nodded, she managed a small smile. "Kage-chan wanted you all to have a lock of his hair to remember him by."
Eric reached into his pocket and took out a small piece of paper, neatly folded. "He wanted a lock of my hair, too," Eric said, handing the packet to Kokoro. She took it and handed Eric a small round black-painted box, with a white lotus on the lid.
Eric looked at the coffin, his tears falling again as he murmured, "Goodbye, Rira-chan. I love you."
Ryo was next, his lock of hair also folded neatly in rice paper, and he took his box with a bow.
"Thank you, Ryo-san," Kokoro said.
Kansas was next, and he handed his lock of hair to Kokoro with a small sob.
"Oh, Tatsuya-san," Kokoro said, her eyes welling. "Thank you, my dear. Kage-chan loved you so very much." She handed Kansas the small box.
Erion's hands were trembling as he gave Kokoro his lock of hair. "I'm sorry, Murai-san. I'm so sorry."
"Thank you, Yuki-chan," Kokoro said, touching his cheek gently. "You spent so many nights at our house that I feel like you're one of my own. Kage-chan thought of you as his brother."
"I have something I want to put in the urn with him," Erion said, his tears beginning to fall. "It's my family symbol, like the kamon on a haori, but in a pendant. I thought of him as my brother, too, you see..." Erion's voice trailed off.
"You can put it in yourself, tomorrow," Kokoro said. "All of you, Kage-chan's dearest friends, are invited to come tomorrow to the funeral, and to be a part of the bonepicking ceremony. It was Kage-chan's request, and our wish as well. You would honor us by participating."
Erion trembled a little, and Kansas put an arm around him to steady him. Erion gave him a grateful look, not caring for the moment who saw them. Kansas guided Erion off to the side with the rest of the youngsters, and they watched as the rest of the guests came over to speak with the Murais. Kansas's eyes widened as he saw who was with Satoshi and Sand as they came over.
"Murai-sama, Murai-san, I have someone who wants to meet you," Satoshi said. "This is Kohaku-san, and he met Kageoshi-kun and remembers him well."
Kohaku bowed gracefully, his eyes sympathetic. "Murai-sama, Murai-san, my sympathies to you on your loss. I know your son was good friends with my dear friend Mori-sama. He was truly a gentle boy, with a great heart, and as a father, my heart aches for you both."
"Thank you, Kohaku-sama," Kenshin said, bowing.
"Kage-chan loved your music," Kokoro added. "He used to sing your songs in our store, and he was always eager to get each new album."
"And this is Matsumoto Ren, who produces Kohaku-san's albums," Sand said, introducing Satoshi's boss.
"It's true," Kohaku said. "Without Satoshi-san and Matsu-san, the world would never hear me. I'm still not sure if that's good or bad. But we are monopolizing you, and there are other guests who wish to speak to you." Kohaku bowed again, respectfully, his eyes warm with sympathy.
Despite the tears in his eyes, Kichirou looked at Kohaku in awe, his knees almost giving way when Kohaku bowed to him as well. Kichirou vowed right there to be Kohaku's best fan, completely amazed that the singer would take the time to come to the funeral of one fan, even if he knew friends of the family.
The Kojimas were next, Kojima-sama bowing deeply. Kojima-san began to bow, but Kokoro reached out and hugged her friend, the two women sobbing a little as they embraced. Hiro looked at the floor awkward and uneasy, and Erion stepped forward, pulled by an impulse he barely understood.
"Hiro-san, stand with us," Erion urged. "Please. I know you miss him, too."
Hiro shook his head a little, not looking up, and Erion looked at him hard for a moment, wondering what looked so odd about Hiro. The young elf shook his head slightly, putting that thought away for later.
"You hugged him, Hiro-san, and told him you were sorry. He told me how you were his friend. He told me about the tin cans. He missed you, Hiro-san." Erion put one hand on Hiro's shoulder. "Please. Stand here with us."
Hiro sobbed suddenly, sagging a little, and Erion threw his arm around Hiro's shoulder, guiding him over to where Eric, Ryo and Kansas were standing. Hiro still refused to look up, but he leaned against Erion, his tears flowing freely, and the other youngsters moved closer, offering silent support as Hiro wept like his heart was breaking.
It was Vale who watched as the Ogawas came forward at last, hesitant and deferential, waiting to be rebuffed coldly, but Kenshin stepped forward to grasp Ogawa-sama's hand firmly. Kokoro swept Ogawa-san into an embrace, feeling her friend tremble with the effort not to throw herself at Kokoro's feet and beg forgiveness.
"We're so sorry," Ogawa-sama said, his voice thick with shame and regret. "We beg you to forgive us."
Kenshin took a deep breath, and Katsurou laid a hand on his father's shoulder. "Of course you are forgiven, Ogawa-san, you and Ogawa-chan. We understand that you did not know. But you must understand that we can never forgive him."
Ogawa-sama bowed his head in understanding. "No one could ask that of you, Murai-san."
Slowly the guests began to leave, each taking the small gift that had been prepared for them. Kokoro turned to Momo, her sweet face etched with sorrow.
"Stay with us tonight, Momo-san. Keep vigil with us, and help us watch over him this last night." Kokoro laid a gentle hand on Momo's arm. "His spirit will rest easier if you're here."
Momo looked at Kokoro for a long moment, and his walls crumbled yet again, a great sob escaping him as he nodded, his throat too swollen with grief for words to pass.
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Sand took the letter from Momo, pressing a tender but chaste kiss to Momo's forehead. Sand took longer to read than Momo had, needing to puzzle out some unfamiliar words, and by the time he finished reading, Sand's cheeks were wet with tears.
"Momo-san, you gave Kageoshi-kun the greatest gift by loving him, and he loved you in return, without reservation." Sand put his arm around Momo's shoulders, holding the younger man as he sobbed. "I cannot imagine the pain you are in right now, but I hope that you know you can lean on all of us for comfort. You are a cherished friend, Momo-san."
Momo choked a little, but he leaned into Sand's embrace, and Sand took that as a good sign.
"I will confess that I am not quite sure I understand this depression that Kageoshi-kun spoke of. It seems similar to what I felt when Akira and I were parted. The world had no color for me then. I even dressed in greys and blacks, with no desire for the brighter things I usually wore, and I cut my hair to show my mourning." Sand stroked Momo's hair gently, as he would Erion or Falon if they were grieving so hard. "I locked my heart away, not wanting to be open to love. That was a mistake, if only because I let it go on for so long. I clung to what I thought Akira and I shared and I did not allow myself to heal. Do not make my mistake, Momo-san. Grieve, yes, but do not hold on to the grief forever. Let your heart heal, and remember that life does go on, whether we want it to or not."
"It didn't for him," Momo said, his voice cracking a little. "I've been depressed. The first time is when some kid was saying shit about my family. I was about thirteen, I think, and I said stuff back, and this kid told me I'd never be anything but a thug. I was so stupid. I beat him up, which is exactly how a thug would act, and so I proved him right. I felt like shit for weeks after that."
Sand nodded, not leaving off his gentle stroking of Momo's hair, content to let the younger man talk.
"The first time it was bad though was when I found out my father wasn't my biological father. That just sucked. He was so pissed at me, like it was my fault, and I was so pissed that my bio dad didn't want anything to do with me." Momo sighed a little, wiping at his cheeks. "I didn't tell anyone. In my family, the only people that get depressed are people with problems. That's what my father always said. If you didn't have a problem, you were just a whiny little shit who needed a good beating. We always had food, and clothes, and a roof over our heads, so I wasn't supposed to be depressed."
Sand made a soft murmuring noise, encouraging Momo to talk.
"Kage-chan, he'd be singing and dancing and laughing at everything, and then all of the sudden, he'd be gone. He'd just hide in his room and not come out for days. I never asked him about it. I never said, 'Are you depressed?' Maybe if I did, maybe I could have done more." Momo shivered a little, his voice breaking.
"You are being far too hard on yourself, Momo-san. Kageoshi-kun said in his letter that there was nothing you could have done to help, that the medications did not work. You gave him your love, and your ring, and that meant so much to him." Sand's voice was very gentle. "He did not die without knowing what it was to be truly loved, and that is something his soul will remember."
"I should have at least asked," Momo replied sadly.
"He might not have told you," Sand countered, still with tenderness in his voice. "It is not an easy thing to talk about, and perhaps he too thought he should not feel that way. Kageoshi-kun had a loving family, a good home and friends who cherished him. He had you, who loved him utterly. I think maybe he felt shame about his depression."
Momo looked up at Sand, his eyes wet with tears. "I would have told him it didn't matter, that I'd have loved him forever anyway."
"I know, Momo-san," Sand soothed. "I know. But he believes he will be reborn, and he will be happy in that new life. He believes you will meet again."
"I want to believe that," Momo said, his voice breaking pitifully as his tears began to flow again. "I want to think that we'll meet again in a new life."
"If your souls are meant to be together, then it will be so," Sand said with perfect conviction. "I believe that Satoshi and I were always meant to be together, and Yuki and Tatsuya believe the same. And Akira has never been so happy as he is with Yuji. Who can say that this will not be the case with you and Kageoshi-kun?"
Momo sobbed, and let his head fall onto Sand's shoulder. "I want to believe, Masato-san. I miss him so much, and I love him so much."
"He knew how much you love him, and I think he knew how much this would hurt," Sand said. "I think if there had been any other way, if he thought for one moment that he could have chosen to live, he would have done so rather than hurt you. He knew he could not live with his pain, and he knew we would all be strong enough to love him enough to forgive him for leaving us."
Momo let out a strangled wail, his shoulders shaking as he cried hard into Sand's shoulder, but some of the tension had left Momo, and his tears came easier as Sand held him, his own cheeks wet as he mourned the sweet teen they had all loved so well.
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Erion looked at the letter, the neat small kanji so typically Kageoshi that Erion's heart lurched. He had read Kageoshi's class notes enough times to know that careful calligraphy, and Erion touched the writing gently before reading.
Kansas had opened his letter as well, and the two lovers sat as close as they could while they each read in silence. Erion's eyes widened a little as he read, and his breath hitched a bit, making Kansas look at his elf in alarm. Erion handed his letter to Kansas without a word, his eyes welling with the tears he had been unable to shed until now. Kansas read it quickly, and then looked at Erion, tears tracking down the young elf's face although he did not make a sound.
Kansas reached up and touched the tears on Erion's pale cheeks. "Talk to me, baby. Don't shut it away now. Let it out," Kansas urged gently.
"I saved him once, and I didn't even know it," Erion said very softly, his voice full of grief. "But I couldn't do it again. I loved him so much, but I couldn't fix what was wrong. I never could have fixed it, 'lokiamin." Erion's hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles bone-white against what was left of his tan.
"Oh, Erion," Kansas said, cupping the elf's face lovingly. "What Kage-chan had, do you understand what he meant? He suffered from depression, and he did long before Taka came along. There are medications, but they didn't work for him."
Erion looked at Kansas, his eyes perfectly stormy, the silver darkening to a deep grey. "We managed to cure Yuji's cancer, but we couldn't help Kage-chan. What good is all the divine and arcane magic that exists if I couldn't even save one sweet angel? Fuck magic, fuck being an elf, fuck it all! Atar had it right. Don't rely on anything you can't hold in your hands."
Kansas sobbed, hearing the anger in Erion's voice and knowing that Erion was directing that anger inward, at himself. "Don't, my love. Don't be angry at yourself. Maybe I should never have brought you to Tokyo. Maybe we should have stayed in Evereska, where you'd have been safe."
Erion choked a little, his cheeks wet. "I wasn't safer in Evereska, but at least there I knew what to do. I knew how to fight the enemy, how to defend my land and my family. Here, I can't do anything. The laws won't let me fight the way I know how, and I'm not a healer or a mage. I'm fucking useless, 'lokiamin. I gave him a reason to live, and look what happened to him. Taka raped him two more times, and when he finally found the courage to reach out to Momo, Taka ruined that as well, and now Momo's torn up, too. I'm useless, and I'm a mess, and I can't even manage to be strong for you even though you knew him better than I did, longer than I did. My heart just aches so badly." Erion ended on a wail, and fell forward into Kansas's arms.
Kansas let his own tears fall, sobbing as he cradled Erion, letting the young elf cry, Erion's tears hot on his skin. "That's it, baby," Kansas managed to say. "Let it out, my love."
"The worst part is that he says he'll be reborn, but I won't be," Erion mourned. "Elves don't get reborn, 'lokiamin, so I'll never see him again. I'll never be able to tell him that I love him, and I miss him so much, and I don't know how I'm going to go to class and see his seat empty next to me. I'll never help him rescue his bento from Eric, or hear that sweet giggle when Ryo says something outrageous. I don't hate him, I could never hate him, but I'm so angry, 'lokiamin. On top of all the sadness, I'm so fucking angry, and I don't know how to handle that. And I don't know how to face Momo. I was just his friend, and I hurt this bad. Momo was his husband, and I can't even be strong for Momo."
Kansas could feel Erion's whole body shaking with the force of his sobs, but Kansas still felt a wave of relief that at least Erion was getting some of the grief out in the open. It had scared Kansas when Erion was so quiet and withdrawn, but even these wrenching sobs were the beginning of healing.
It took a bit for Erion's sobs to ease up, and the young elf clung to Kansas in quiet desperation the entire time, his bond wide open to allow Kansas to feel the depth of his pain and confusion. Kansas stroked the silvery hair of his lover, not hiding his own grief and pain from Erion. It seemed to comfort Erion to know that he was not alone in his sorrow, and the close contact comforted Erion even more.
Erion finally gave a last shiver and sat up, scrubbing at his tear-swollen eyes with the heels of his hands. It made Erion look curiously young, and fragile, and Kansas's heart lurched again as he looked at his grieving lover. Erion reached up and stroked Kansas's cheek, his expression forlorn.
"I'm sorry, 'lokiamin. I'm not being any help to you, and I know you're hurting as bad as I am," Erion said contritely. "I'm sorry for being so selfish." He leaned in and nibbled a little kiss. "Forgive me, baby. I love you so much, and it scares me to think that it could've been me instead of Momo."
Kansas returned the kiss, a little heat in his response, and Erion nuzzled back hard, making Kansas sob with relief.
"I forgive you, isilmeamin, a thousand times over. I love you so much, too. I'm not leaving you, my love. Remember my vision, the one I told you about," Kansas sobbed. "We have eight hundred years together, and eternity after that."
Erion nibbled along Kansas's jaw, working his way back to Kansas's plump lips. "Thank you for reading my letter, 'lokiamin. I think I need to tell Kage-chan something, if he's near and can hear me." Kansas nodded, and Erion tilted his tear-stained face up. "Toror'amin, I love you, and I forgive you for having to leave. I forgive you a thousand times, and I hope we do meet again, so I can tell you again that I love you, and so I can beg your forgiveness for not being there for you."
Erion looked back at Kansas. "Do you think he heard me?"
"I know he did, my love," Kansas said. He watched Erion take his letter from Kageoshi and refold it carefully, putting it on the nightstand. Kansas picked up his letter and offered it to Erion. "You can read mine, if you want to."
Erion looked wide-eyed for a moment, and took the letter from Kansas, leaning into his lover as he read the small precise kanji. Kansas stroked Erion's hair as the elf read, and finally Erion looked up, his eyes bright with tears.
"I'm glad you brought me to Tokyo, and as much as this hurts now, I'm glad I knew him." Erion looked into Kansas's eyes, his own eyes almost back to their normal silvery grey, the blue ring sharper. "He asked you to look out for me? Even then, he was thinking about all of us. My poor angel." The tears slid down Erion's cheeks unnoticed by the elf. "I don't know if I'll ever really understand why he had to do this, but I'll always love him."
Kansas stroked Erion's cheek tenderly. "That's all you really need to do, baby. Just remember the love you had for each other."
"How'd you get so wise, 'lokiamin?" Erion nuzzled in for another kiss, the heat in it unmistakeable, and Kansas eased his beloved little elf back, his heart easing when Erion's arms wrapped around him as Erion pulled Kansas down, Erion's hips rising to meet Kansas's groin.
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Erion sat up abruptly, coming out of reverie all at once unlike his usual gradual rousing, his eyes wide and pale. Kansas woke at once, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Erion.
"What's the matter, baby? Talk to me, my love," Kansas said, stroking Erion's silvery hair. "It'll help to let it out."
Erion turned his head slowly, and for the first time since they had found Kageoshi in the warehouse, Kansas was sure that Erion actually saw him. Erion's eyes were still nearly colorless, the blue ring faint, but the young elf blinked and the barest frown creased his forehead.
"I keep seeing it, 'lokiamin. I can't make it go away. Sometimes I can force a memory away, but this one won't leave." Erion shivered a little. "I don't want to see it anymore, so I think I want to stay awake for a while."
Kansas sobbed with relief when Erion spoke to him. Even though Erion's voice was very small and far too calm, it was better than the awful silence. "Are you sure, baby? Is there anything I can do?"
Erion reached up and wiped away Kansas's tears, his slim fingers cool but not as icy as they had been. "I can't cry, 'lokiamin. My tears won't come. I want to cry, but I can't. It hurts too much. I should have been there to help him, and I wasn't. I failed him."
Kansas held Erion tightly, his heart aching. "You didn't fail him, my love. He told you that himself."
Erion shook his head a little, burrowing against Kansas's shoulder. "Atar trained me to protect those I love, and I didn't. I fucked up with you, and I fucked up with him." Erion made a small noise that might have been a sob. "I'm not breaking, I promise. I just want to sit here with you like this for a bit. Can we?"
"Of course we can," Kansas said, his tears scalding his cheeks as he cradled Erion.
"Can he hear me?" Erion asked.
Kansas rested his cheek against Erion's silky hair. "I don't know, baby. If his spirit is still nearby, I suppose he can."
Erion nodded a little. "I forgot to tell him that I forgive him for leaving. He asked me to, and I didn't say it to him. But I feel bad because I'm not sure I can forgive him, because I don't understand why he left us. Didn't we love him enough? Didn't he love us enough?"
There was such pain in Erion's voice, and Kansas sobbed as he held Erion tightly, not having any answers for his lover.
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Sand stroked Momo's back soothingly. "It was not a stupid dream, and you did not fail him, no more than any of us did. You loved him, and you gave him such happiness, Momo-san. He was so proud to be your husband. He never took off his ring. Will you not honor that and wear yours, to remember that beautiful angel who was yours, heart and soul?" Sand did not bother to try and hide his own grief, his cheeks wet with tears for Kageoshi. "I have never doubted the love between you and Kageoshi-kun. It was a pure and radiant thing, and I was honored to be allowed to share in it."
Momo looked up at Sand, his cheeks soaked with tears. "Do you really believe that, Masato-san? Do you really think I made him happy?"
"I believe that utterly, Momo-san." Sand stroked Momo's hair gently. "I understand how much this hurts, Momo-san, because I have held someone I loved as she died. I do not know how much it will help, but I will tell you, if you want to hear it."
Momo nodded, his shoulders shaking as he sobbed, and Sand held the younger man close.
"Her name was Tae, and she was young, and bright, and I was heartsore and wounded. I had fallen in love with Akira, and we were parted because of lies and politics, and I hid my heart away, until she woke it again." Sand paused, feeling Momo's grief as clearly as if there were a bond between them. "We got caught up in politics ourselves, my Tae and me. The story of that is long and not one that needs telling now, but she was wounded so very badly. It was not physical wounds, though. It was her very soul that was injured, her bright spirit crushed and broken, and that pain was more than she could endure."
"How?" Momo asked, his voice hoarse.
Sand continued to stroke Momo's hair gently. "Our enemy used her desire to protect others against her, and taught her to despair. She and I were engaged, and by the time it was over, she refused to marry me. She knew she was losing the struggle, losing her will to live, and she wanted me to be free." Sand sighed. "I stayed, of course. I took her home to her foster father, and he and I watched over her as she drifted further away from us each day. She was in such terrible emotional pain, my Tae. We finally gave her our blessings, and asked her to let go, and I held her in my arms as the light faded from her eyes."
Momo choked back a sob, and Sand tilted Momo's face up to let Momo see his own tears. "I fought that despair when I lost Akira the first time, and I managed to find reasons to go on. My Tae and your Kageoshi, they were gentler souls and could not fight as I did, or as you can. I can see the same strength in you that I found in myself. My soul eventually found its perfect home with Satoshi, but for all that I love him with everything I am, I will also always love my Tae. Never forget the love you have for Kageoshi-kun, and never forget how very much he loved you, enough to wear your ring and never take it off."
As he was talking, Sand had cast a silent cantrip, calling the gold ring to him, and he held it out now to Momo. Momo looked at the ring, his tears streaming down his face, and he nodded slowly as he took the ring and slid it back onto his finger, clenching his hand tightly as if he was afraid it would fly off.
"How long ago?" Momo managed.
"Oh, quite some time ago," Sand replied. "Long enough that I have learned to live with the loss, and to know that she would be pleased to see me with Satoshi. But I do know how this feels right now, Momo-san, and as your friend, I will be here by your side to help you through this. Lean on me, on all of us. We will be here for you. For now, perhaps it is enough to know that we do not think less of you for grieving. We all mourn for him, and we all care deeply about you, and what you need now is to mourn for your husband. You are not alone."
Momo turned and buried his face in Sand's shoulder, his sobs hard enough to make him tremble, and Sand held Momo as he cried for his sweet Kageoshi, his little husband for those few perfect weeks.
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Yuji reached out and took Vale's hand as they walked through the estate grounds to pick up Ryuu and Aika from school, his heart aching. Vale looked over at Yuji, reaching out through his bond to send his love to Yuji, puzzled by the realization that Yuji's grief was not just about Kageoshi.
"What is it, a'maelamin? What's bothering you?" Vale asked, his green eyes full of love.
Yuji shook his head a little. "I'm probably being stupid, but it was something you said earlier, about getting drunk and breaking the furniture, and it not helping." Yuji shrugged a little, but his heartache came through clearly through the bond.
"Ah," Vale said softly. "Then I'll tell you about that. You know Sand and I fell in love, and then we broke up for a while." Vale made a small noise. "Actually, it was about twenty-five years, but for elves that's not long. We split because someone I thought was a friend lied to me, and forced Sand to lie to me as well. He threatened my safety to get Sand to write me a letter telling me that he didn't really love me."
"Why?" Yuji asked, looking at Vale in shock.
"We found out much later that he'd fallen in love with a woman who was considered a criminal by the Lord of Neverwinter at that time, and he had to kill her. He was afraid that Sand might be an enemy as well, because he'd been working in Luskan, and he figured if he broke us apart, he'd save me the pain of having to kill Sand someday." Vale looked at Yuji with a small sad smile. "It didn't quite work out that way. The letter and his explanation sounded so logical, but my heart kept telling me he was full of shit and the letter was a pack of lies. So, I broke all the furniture in my office in the Cloaktower in a fit of grief and rage and whatever the hells else was going on in my head at the moment. Poor Nathe just stood back and watched me trash the office. Then I grabbed some wine and headed into my bedroom and tried to stay drunk for the next month."
Yuji looked at Vale, shaking his head a little. "You loved him that much?"
Vale stopped walking for a moment, and stepped into Yuji's arms, his green eyes locked on Yuji's perfect dark eyes. "Sand was my first real love, and I never thought I'd ever love anyone like that. I was this very driven workhorse of a sorcerer, living and breathing Cloaktower business, and Sand made me feel so alive. You know what he's like." Vale leaned in to nibble a kiss. "He's just larger than life sometimes. He dragged me out of the tower, and made me laugh and he loved me fiercely, and I'd have done anything not to lose that. So, Nathe babysat me while I tried to drink myself stupid, and made me eat every so often, and chased everyone else away until I finally crawled back out of the bottle and decided to give living a try again."
Yuji ran his hands through the gold and emerald silk of Vale's hair, and pulled his elf into a searing kiss. "I'm sorry," Yuji murmured, cupping Vale's face between his hands. "I seem to always ask you about things from your past that hurt."
"Oh, Yuji," Vale said, his arms around Yuji's waist. "Don't think that. Sand taught me not to be afraid to love, and to live, and without that, I might never have had the courage to love you. He was my first love, like Satoshi was yours, but Sand isn't the one who holds my soul in his hands. You are, and always will be, and I promise you, I'll never crawl into a bottle and hide from you. I love you so much."
"And I love you, my perfect husband," Yuji replied, tears of happiness in his eyes. "It was just the way you said it, that made me think that maybe you regretted getting involved with this crazy fucking family and all our heartache."
"Regret this? Never." Vale's own green eyes were bright with tears of love and joy. "I'm yours, Yuji. Your Vale, your Akira, until time ends. You held me together through the darkest time of my life, and you never left my side, not for a minute. How did I get so lucky?"
Yuji kissed Vale again, letting the love that flowed between them warm them both. "Let's go get our children, and hold them tight all the way home."
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Sand nodded from behind Satoshi. "We all insist, Momo-san. The last thing you need is to be alone right now, and we can all use someone to lean on."
Momo looked at Sand and Satoshi, and his walls crumpled even more. The simple warmth in their insistence on taking him to their home melted the last of the ice around his heart, and his tears flowed freely.
"Thank you," Momo choked out. "Thank you, Satoshi-san, Masato-san. I don't think I can look at the loft yet. We were just... He just... Watashi no tenshi, why?" Momo leaned into Satoshi's hug, crying so hard that he shook.
"We may never know," Vale said gently as he returned from speaking with Eric's parents. "It's the hardest part. Let's just go home, and I think we all need some soup and a stiff whiskey."
Erion stood next to Kansas, his face pale and his eyes that awful translucent shade of silver. Kansas wrapped his arm around Erion, guiding him forward. "Come on, isilmeamin, let's go home."
Erion did not turn his head or acknowledge Kansas, but he moved forward obediently, his steps leaden and without his usual grace. His breathing was still a little shallow, and Kansas looked at Vale with worry in his eyes as Vale helped Erion up into the minivan. Vale nodded to Kansas, and stroked Kansas's arm as Kansas climbed in and curled up next to Erion, stroking his hair and pulling him close. Erion moved into the embrace, but made no sound.
"Isilmeamin?" Kansas turned Erion to face him. At Erion's request, the bond between them was wide open, and Kansas knew Erion was not even close to fading. This was something different, and Kansas had no idea what it could be. Erion was simply broadcasting grief and pain, and absorbing Kansas's grief and pain. "Talk to me, baby."
"Eller naa n'uma bethea, ere' ungue e' cormamin." Erion's voice was soft and dull.
Vale leaned in, his voice gentle. "Erion, in Japanese, please. Momo-san does not speak our language."
Erion nodded. "There are no words, only a hollow in my heart," he translated obediently. "I want to go home."
"We're going home," Kansas replied, the tears streaming down his cheeks.
"I don't like the snow anymore, 'lokiamin," Erion murmured, and turned his face into Kansas's shoulder, his eyes still dry. Kansas held Erion tightly, willing his little elf to scream, to cry, to do anything other than just talk in that dead little voice. Kansas looked at Vale again, and Vale reached out to touch Kansas's cheek very gently.
"It'll pass, alasse'amin. It's hard to be the one left behind when someone dies, especially like this. You never really do know why, and it hurts because you keep asking yourself what you could have done differently." Vale's smile was infinitely sad and gentle. "I've gone through this myself, and I'll go through it again, the next time I lose someone because I sent them into harm's way for all the right reasons. Just hold him and love him, and give him time to forgive himself. He has to forgive himself before he'll believe that anyone else can forgive him. It won't make the guilt go away, but it makes it small enough to live with."
Satoshi slipped into the minivan, huddling close to Kansas again, and Kansas sobbed a little as he let Satoshi hold him and comfort him. Vale nodded, and turned to help Momo into the minivan, Sand right behind him to cradle Momo against his shoulder as the younger man sobbed.
"I am here, Momo-san. There is no shame in crying for him," Sand said gently, his own cheeks wet. "Let yourself grieve, and we will be here for you."
Vale closed the minivan's door and climbed in beside Yuji, reaching out to rest his hand on Yuji's shoulder. "Let's go home, a'maelamin. I meant it about the whiskey, after I hug and kiss our children."
Yuji looked over at Vale, his face a picture of sorrow. "I can't imagine what his parents are feeling," Yuji said softly to Vale, pulling out carefully onto the snowy street. "I'd go insane."
"You find reasons to go on," Vale said, equally softly, but the pain in his emerald eyes was deep. "They'll cling even harder to their other children, especially Kichirou-kun, and we'll have to pursue the case against that little shit Taka even harder. I'll ask Sand to call Mori-sama, and he can speak to the Murai family after the funeral."
Yuji nodded, concentrating on the road, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "I'm glad Momo-san is staying with us. I'd hate to think what he'd do alone."
"Drink," Vale replied, his smile bleak. "Drink himself stupid and break all the fucking furniture, only to find out it doesn't hurt any less."
They arrived at the family estate safely thanks to Yuji's careful driving, and Vale hopped out to open the sliding door on his side. Sand got out and waved Vale inside.
"Go tell Willow," Sand murmured. "Satoshi and I will get our youngsters inside."
Vale hurried into the house, kicking off his boots and hanging his jacket quickly as Willow hurried over, Hikaru in her arms.
"What happened, sweets?" Willow asked, looking at Vale's face as he reached for Hikaru, nuzzling the little half elf's golden hair.
"Kageoshi's dead, lirimaer," Vale said softly, tears glittering on his thick lashes. "We have Momo with us. He can't be alone tonight."
"Oh, sweets, how?" Willow hugged Vale tightly, her own blue-grey eyes welling. She had fallen in love with Kageoshi the first time the sweet twelve year old had come into her house, and she thought of him as one of the family. "Did that fucking Taka touch him?"
"I don't know, but he had to have been involved," Vale replied. "Kage-chan killed himself."
"Oh, shit," Willow murmured, aghast. "Kansas and Erion are going to be devastated, and Momo? Oh, Vale..."
"I'm going to put up some soup and rice, and tea, and maybe we can break out some whiskey," Vale said. "I can lend Momo clothing. We're about the same size. He's just devastated, Willow. He's letting Sand hold him, though, which is good. Erion's a little shocky, but he'll be okay as long as he has Kansas. I'm more worried about Kansas. He's so busy fussing over Erion that when it hits, he's going to fall apart."
Willow nodded, hearing the others approaching. "We'll take care of him, sweets. That's what families do."
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Erion looked at Kageoshi, so still and pale, and he began to keen, his chest aching as he registered Momo's cry of grief. He shook Kageoshi's arm anyway, begging his sweet angel to wake, and then he let go, hearing Momo and knowing it was truly beyond hope, at least here on this world, and that he would not be permitted to beg for magic to fix this.
Behind him, Erion could feel Kansas, equally in pain and trying to wall it away to protect Erion. The young elf crawled to Kansas, his limbs leaden, and he leaned into the welcome contact as Kansas wrapped his arms around Erion.
"Saes, 'lokiamin, uuma nurta tuulo' amin," Erion begged, unable to formulate words in anything but his native elven. "Leneema'amin yanw'lle. Amin anta'lle, ilya en'lle." Kansas's elven was good enough to understand his elf, and he opened his bond fully, letting Erion feel his pain as well. Erion shivered violently, not from the cold but from the shock of the loss, but he seemed calmer for the contact.
Erion watched numbly as the firefighters and paramedics did what they could, not even noticing when warm blankets were wrapped around him and Kansas, his eyes nearly colorless and dry, his breathing shallow. It was too much to comprehend, and Erion simply let the pain rule, not wanting anything more than Kansas's arms and knowing that Kansas grieved as much as he did.
"Ro ilnaa ba," Erion moaned, watching the men gently lift Kageoshi and place him on the stretcher with tender care. "Toror'amin," the little elf keened, his voice breaking. "Amin hiraetha. Amin ilnae quel faarea var'lle. Amin hiraetha, poikaer."
Erion clung to Kansas desperately as the ambulance pulled away. Ryo was talking to the police, the only one of them able to make any effort to do so, his arm around Eric who was sobbing brokenly. There was a screech of brakes, and the family minivan pulled up, Yuji, Satoshi, and his uncles tumbling out of the van and hurrying over across the snowy ground.
Satoshi made a beeline for Kansas and Erion, hugging the two youngsters with tears in his beautiful eyes, as Sand stroked Erion's head, seeing the signs of shock in his nephew and his young husband. Erion looked at Sand and fisted his hand in Sand's jacket, his eyes still nearly translucent.
"Amin ilnae quel faarea var'ho. Amin thare'ho." Erion looked up at Sand, and then turned away and hid his face in Kansas's neck.
"Erion, aier, you did not fail him." Sand stroked the silvery hair of his nephew, his heart aching. Yuji was talking to Ryo and the police, while Vale held a sobbing Eric who was talking in his native tongue as well, driven to that point by grief much as Erion had been. Then Momo screamed.
Sand looked at Satoshi, who nodded, his own cheeks tear-streaked. Vale had been released by Eric, who was leaning on Ryo and trying to fill Yuji in. Sand gave Erion a last stroke and hurried over to Momo as Momo slowly collapsed to the ground. Sand slowed, approaching Momo carefully, wondering if his grief would push him to lash out, but Momo just screamed again and again, and Sand laid a hand on his shoulder. Momo did not pull away, and Sand dropped to his own knees and held Momo as Momo screamed again and again until his voice gave out, the screams all the more terrible because there were no tears, not yet.
When Momo stopped screaming, Sand eased him to his feet carefully. "I am here, Momo-san. I am here," Sand said in a gentle whisper, guiding Momo over to the minivan. Sand looked at Yuji, his face etched with grief as he helped Momo into the van, sitting beside the young man and putting an arm around his shoulders.
Satoshi was helping Kansas into the van, Erion following with an expression of terrible grief, moving like a puppet and letting himself fall into Kansas's arms. Satoshi sat on the other side of Kansas, cradling the little imp and comforting him as he held his little elf. Vale had settled Eric and Ryo together, and then sat in the front with Yuji, offering his strength to his husband through their bond. Yuji headed directly to the hospital, the only sound in the van soft sobs, and the gentle murmurs from Sand as he held Momo.
Elven:
Saes, 'lokiamin, uuma nurta tuulo' amin. – Please, my dragon, don't hide from me.
Leneema'amin yanw'lle. Amin anta'lle, ilya en'lle. – Let me join you. I need you, all of you.
Ro ilnaa ba – He isn't dead
Amin hiraetha. Amin ilnae quel faarea var'lle. Amin hiraetha, poikaer. – I'm sorry. I wasn't good enough to protect you. I'm sorry, angel (pure one).
Amin ilnae quel faarea var'ho. Amin thare'ho. – I wasn't good enough to protect him. I failed him.
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The police drove to the Murai house, not bothering with lights or sirens. The boy was already dead, and there was no need to alarm his parents further. The officers already had the unenviable job of telling them that their son was dead. They parked carefully, and both officers straightened their uniforms and made sure their gloves were clean before they approached the door and knocked.
Kokoro opened the door, Kenshin standing beside her, their faces pale with fear, and the officers bowed deeply and with great respect, holding the bows long enough that Kokoro gave a little scream and turned to bury her face in Kenshin's chest.
"Please come in," Kenshin said, his lips feeling wooden.
The officers straightened, their faces filled with compassion for this kind looking man and his wife, standing in the doorway of their tidy and respectable home.
"There is no need, Murai-sama, but thank you for your kind offer. The news is not good, Murai-sama, Murai-san. Please accompany us and we will take you to the hospital." The officer who spoke was aching as he watched Kenshin's face grow paler. Kenshin reached for Kokoro's coat, and helped her to put it on as she sobbed.
"Please, not my Kage-chan, not my baby," Kokoro sobbed.
Kenshin had no words to comfort her, his own heart breaking as he thought about how happy Kageoshi had been these last few weeks, his love for Momo and Momo's tender care making him sparkle again like the boy they knew and loved for far too short a time. Kenshin put on his own coat, and helped Kokoro with her boots, and they followed the officers to the car, grief and dread filling their hearts.
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Pen Name: BronxWench
Story link: I Have Met the Enemy...
Review Replies: Review Replies
Type of fic: Flashfic
Rating: Adult+
Fandom: Games > Dragon Age: Origins
Warnings: Anal, AFFO, ChallengeFic, M/M
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Sand and Kenji hurried to get Kansas back into the protected area, the youngster trembling even there.
"We need to get him inside the house," Kenji said urgently. "These old houses were built to confuse the spirits, so they couldn't follow anyone inside."
Sand nodded, not finding this strange in the least. "I am with you, my love," Sand said to Kansas, his voice strong and calm. "Draw on my strength, Kansas. You can feel me, I know you can. Draw on me as you would Erion."
Kenji blinked a little as Sand seemed to glow faintly, mainly where the snow-white juban met at the hollow of his throat. It was a strange moment to begin with, and Kenji tried to dismiss it as a bad case of nerves, but the glow seemed to intensify as Kansas began to tremble a little less.
"That is good, my love. Take as much as you need," Sand urged in that same strong voice, now overlaid with love and admiration. "You are perfect, just perfect."
Once back inside the house, the glow was harder to see, but Kenji still felt an odd tingle run through him as Erion hurried over to Kansas.
"Hey, 'lokiamin." Erion kept his voice sweet and loving. "Let's go sit down a minute. Otooji, can you get us some sweet tea? The sugar will be good right now."
Erion eased Kansas down onto a soft cushion, curling up next to his beloved imp and taking Kansas's face between his slim hands. Erion turned Kansas's face towards him, the young man still pale, but his eyes were slowly darkening.
"I'm better, isilmeamin, really," Kansas murmured, leaning into Erion's arms.
Vale's head had gone up the moment Sand had come back into the house, and his beautiful green eyes raked his elven husband, dark with concern. Vale had felt the powerful surge when Sand had allowed Kansas to tap the Weave through Sand, and despite the differences in their magic, it had been enough to shelter Kansas from the worst of the spirits until they could get him into the house. What concerned Vale was the effects on Sand. Sand had a reckless streak sometimes, and Vale worried that one day the moon elf would push himself too far.
It was not today, however, and Vale relaxed, flashing Sand a beautiful smile. Hikaru had finally gotten sleepy, and Yori had taken him into the children's room to tuck him in on the big futon, the young man as enchanted with Hikaru as Hikaru was with him. Vale was sure he would be hearing about Hikaru's new onii for days, and the thought made him smile again as he leaned into Yuji a bit. Leaning into Yuji brought other things to mind, and Vale was suddenly grateful for the way hakama could conceal a sudden change in where his blood was heading.
Judging by the look on Satoshi's face as he watched Sand, Vale was quite sure he was not the only one to be grateful for the benefits of hakama and fundoshi. Vale did not even bother to look at Kansas and Erion. Those two only needed to be on the same Prime. Still, the early afternoon encounter had only made Vale yearn for more, and he leaned over to nibble delicately on Yuji's ear. Yuji's breath hitched a little as Vale whispered, "We could try that stripping again, you know."
The children were gathered up, Aika and Hikaru not even waking as they were tucked into their car seats. Ryuu was trying not to yawn, but his eyes were struggling to close, and Satoshi scooped him up and nuzzled his fragrant hair. The family hugged Kenji and Yori a final time, and they all piled into the big van, Willow at the wheel, after arranging to pick up Satoshi's car the next day.
Ryuu fell asleep before they had even left the grounds of Kenji's estate, and Satoshi promptly pulled Sand over and tilted his face up for a kiss, moaning a little as Sand plundered his tight little mouth eagerly. Satoshi's fingers danced across Sand's beaded braid and underneath Sand's hair to find a graceful ear, and Sand moaned into the kiss. Erion and Kansas were barely coming up for air, and Yuji was toying with the delicate emerald circle around Vale's neck. Willow had stuck to tea for the entire night, and she chuckled to herself as she drove her van full of sleeping children and wanton husbands home.
Once home, Satoshi carried Ryuu into the house, while Vale scooped up Hikaru and Yuji cradled Aika. Sand hovered a little over Kansas, but the youngster seemed to have taken no lasting ill effects from his brush with the spirits earlier, and Erion was adding his strength to Kansas almost unconsciously, the two of them in perfect harmony. Accordingly, Sand turned his attention to Willow, waiting with her while she parked the van and walking arm in arm with her back into the house. Willow kissed him sweetly, smacked his ass, and sent him off in search of Satoshi, to help get Ryuu out of his hakama and into pajamas. Willow went to her room, exhausted and ready to sleep, happy to let her husbands plunder each other while she curled up with her gently curved tummy, the faintest swell beginning to show.
Sand and Satoshi got Ryuu undressed, the small boy trying to help even though his eyes kept closing. Sand carefully folded the small hakama while Satoshi tucked away the kimono and obi, and they both kissed the sleeping boy before tiptoeing out and heading to their room.
Sand began to undress, folding his clothing neatly until he heard a wicked giggle from behind him. Satoshi had stripped down to his fundoshi, and was bending over quite deliberately as he folded his hakama. Sand looked at the perfect globes of Satoshi's ass, bisected by the thin strip of fabric, and the elf moaned helplessly.
"I know," Satoshi said, throwing a smoldering look over his shoulder. "I'm gorgeous."
Sand growled low in his throat, shedding his juban and reaching for Satoshi. Sand pulled Satoshi to him, pressing his chest to Satoshi's back and grinding his thick cock against Satoshi's ass as he bit and sucked the tender flesh between Satoshi's neck and shoulder, renewing Satoshi's dark mark. It took all Sand's formidable will not to rip the fundoshi away and simply plunge himself into Satoshi. Instead, Sand made sure Satoshi could feel Sand's beaded braids trail over his shoulders as Sand nipped a line of rosy little marks down Satoshi's back.
Satoshi mewled, Sand's sharp teeth never pressing hard enough to actually hurt, but just enough to send a shiver up his spine. Satoshi felt his cock jump inside his fundoshi as Sand nibbled one firm globe and then the other, long fingers sliding down Satoshi's thighs without ever touching his cock. Satoshi whined a little, but Sand was not so easily moved. Satoshi could feel Sand's hot breath as the elf traveled back up, licking and nipping, and he heard Sand chuckle as the elf casually tossed his own fundoshi aside.
Sand turned Satoshi around to face him, guiding his beloved husband backward until Satoshi felt the bed against the back of his legs. Sand pushed gently on Satoshi's shoulders, and Satoshi sat, his gorgeous eyes heated as he watched the precum beginning to bead on the head of Sand's thick cock. Satoshi moaned, the tip of his pink tongue sliding out almost involuntarily, and Sand chuckled wickedly as he brought his cock closer, letting Satoshi lap away the salty droplets. Satoshi's lips parted, and Sand guided his cock into that tight little mouth, watching as Satoshi's lips stretched to accommodate him, Satoshi's tongue exploring the tender cleft under the head of Sand's cock.
Sand buried his long fingers in Satoshi's amethyst hair, his hips moving as he began to fuck Satoshi's willing mouth, Satoshi's eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he felt Sand bump the back of his throat. Sand growled a little at the heat of Satoshi's mouth, and Satoshi tilted his head to let Sand slide down Satoshi's throat until Satoshi's small nose was buried in the soft raven curls at the base of Sand's cock. Satoshi swallowed hard twice, and then gently tapped Sand's hip, the elf pulling back at once to let Satoshi breathe. Satoshi moaned again, and Sand resumed his lazy thrusts, loving the feel of Satoshi's tongue stud as it traveled up and down the underside of his cock. It did not take much longer until Sand felt his balls tighten, and he tilted Satoshi's head up a little to look into his husband's eyes. Satoshi slid his mouth back a little, his hand creeping up to wrap around Sand's cock, and the elf groaned as he felt his balls empty, Satoshi drinking down every drop eagerly.
Satoshi finally released Sand's cock with a soft little pop, and Sand leaned over to plunder Satoshi's mouth, loving the taste of his own cum on Satoshi's tongue. The elf was hardening again just from that, and Satoshi moaned as Sand dragged his half hard cock along Satoshi's chest, letting his nipple rings drag over the pierced head. Sand straightened and tugged Satoshi to his feet, sitting on the bed and watching with heated eyes as Satoshi slowly began to unwind his fundoshi, his slim hips swaying to the music that danced in his heart, his dark eyes locked on Sand as he watched the elf's cock harden fully. Satoshi loved that he could rouse Sand like this, and he put an extra bit of sway in his hips and he turned slowly to give Sand a perfect view of the thin strip of fabric between his ass cheeks. Satoshi peeled it away with exquisite slowness, and Sand's breath hitched as he reached for the lube. Satoshi shook his head a little, and Sand's cock literally jumped as he realized that Satoshi had prepared himself earlier, the elf licking his lips in anticipation.
Satoshi swayed over to stand between Sand's thighs, moaning as Sand's mouth closed over his cock while one long finger teased the tight little pucker between his cheeks. Satoshi opened readily, and Sand added a second finger, and then a third, thrusting as he sucked Satoshi's cock down to the root and dragging a wanton howl from his husband.
Sand brought his mouth off Satoshi's cock, and turned the imp around, his fingers still buried in Satoshi's ass. Satoshi ground down on Sand's fingers, and Sand nipped at one perfect golden globe. Sand withdrew his fingers, and Satoshi mewled a little until Sand wrapped his hands around Satoshi's hips and guided his slender husband down onto his cock, the head pressing past the tight pucker easily. Satoshi howled a little as he was breached, the sensation of Sand's thick cock pressing into him utterly delicious as Sand's piercing rode his prostate. Sand felt Satoshi's strong legs clamp on either side of his thighs as Satoshi began to rock, taking all of Sand's cock within and making the elf moan loudly at the sensation of being engulfed in the velvet heat of that sweet ass.
"Saiai," Sand moaned, his arms wrapping around Satoshi as his fingers tugged on Satoshi's nipple rings. Satoshi howled again as Sand began to rock his hips in perfect synchronization with Satoshi, riding Satoshi's prostate and making lights explode behind Satoshi's eyes. Satoshi was mewling non-stop, the pleasure building as Sand's cock churned in him, and the mewling escalated to a wild howl as Sand's long fingers found Satoshi's eager cock. Satoshi's head fell back on Sand's shoulder, his pierced lip teasing the sweep of the elf's ear, and Sand howled as Satoshi nipped sharply at the sensitive, rosy tip.
Sand stroked Satoshi's cock firmly, his thumb sweeping over the head every few strokes, and Satoshi's rocking became a little erratic as he felt his balls begin to ache with the need to spill. Sand moaned as Satoshi's ass clenched a bit, the pressure on his cock just the right side of painful, and the elf bucked his hips hard, grinding himself into Satoshi's ass. Satoshi screamed, his balls jumping as a perfect arc of cum spurted from his cock, and it was Sand's scream mingling with Satoshi's as the elf surrendered to another explosive orgasm, slamming into Satoshi's prostate hard enough to make the slim man see stars for a moment.
Satoshi gasped, tears beading in his lashes as he shivered in Sand's arms, his ass thoroughly filled with Sand's hot cum and every muscle quivering with the intensity of his release. Sand help Satoshi tightly, nibbling kisses down the side of Satoshi's neck, his own breathing just as ragged as his thighs trembled beneath Satoshi. It took them a couple of minutes before either of them could move, and Sand eased himself backward, letting Satoshi fall back on top of him, Sand's softening cock still buried in Satoshi's ass.
Sand eased Satoshi to one side, his chest firmly against Satoshi's back, and Sand slowly eased his cock out of Satoshi's ass, leaning over to kiss away the tears of pleasure from his perfect husband's lashes and cheeks. Satoshi's eyes were fluttering closed, the imp thoroughly exhausted from the long day, and Sand eased Satoshi further up on the bed, pulling the covers up and pulling Satoshi over so that Satoshi's head was resting on Sand's shoulder. Sand kissed Satoshi tenderly, his love for his sweet husband flowing through their bond as Sand whispered, "Aishi teru, saiai."
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Yori's voice trembled with his own happiness as he replied, "My perfect love, my soulmate, now and forever. I love you, Kenji-san. Kanpai."
Satoshi's hand slipped into Sand's hand as the four men toasted, and Sand held his husband's hand tightly, remembering the joy of both their weddings, joy that had only grown with each new day of their marriage. Then, as if to remind Sand that life was practical as well as ethereal, Satoshi gave Sand a small poke.
"Did we bring the gifts up from the car?" Satoshi asked quietly.
Sand nodded, looking into Satoshi's gorgeous eyes with pure love. "Did I tell you how wonderful you look, saiai? I am sorry, you are most distractingly perfect today." Sand handed Satoshi the two perfectly wrapped presents along with the traditional shūgi-bukuro inscribed in Sand's careful kanji with the Hayashi and Mori family names. "Please honor us by opening these small tokens of our love."
Satoshi handed Kenji a silk-wrapped box, holding it out on both hands and bowing with great love and respect. Kanji's eyes lit up as he carefully unwrapped the box and opened it to reveal a museum quality antique silk folding fan, the spines beautifully polished strips of hinoki and the silk embroidered with delicate branches of sakura.
"Satoshi-chan, this is perfect," Kenji said, his eyes bright with tears as he gently opened the fan. "I will treasure this always."
Sand held out both his hands to Yori, the other silk-wrapped gift presented politely as he too bowed with great love and respect. Yori's fingers trembled slightly as he opened the package to find a book of love poetry that Sand had translated into Japanese from the original elven before commissioning a calligrapher to make the unique volume. Delicate watercolor images began each poem, and Yori looked at Sand with great surprise.
"Masato-san, this is unbelievable," Yori breathed with delight. "How can I ever thank you?"
"Be happy and never forget to be in love," Sand replied, smiling radiantly at his beautiful friend.
Yori looked over at Kenji, and his face shone with adoration. "I don't think I'll have a problem with that."
The rest of the family arrived shortly after that, and Kenji and Yori held hands tightly as they greeted everyone at the gate. Kenji stopped Kansas and Ryuu, hanging a small Omimari on a red silk string around their necks.
"Keep those on all night long," Kenji instructed. "Stay in the area marked off by the lanterns, and you will both be fine." Kenji hugged Kansas tightly, and then hugged Ryuu as well, admiring Ryuu's kimono and very grown-up hakama. Ryuu beamed with such pride that he entirely forgot that the hakama were hot and very bothersome when he needed to use the toilet. Aika and Hikaru were hugged and fussed over, and when everyone had been hugged and greeted, Kenji and Yori led them up to the house where Sand and Satoshi were waiting. Ota Jun waited at the gate to direct the remaining guests to the house so that Kenji and Yuji could have some time with the family.
Sand arched an eyebrow at Vale and Yuji, who were both looking slightly smug, and breathtakingly handsome in their gorgeous kimono and striped hakama. Yuji's kimono was a silk brocade in a shade of blue that brought out the golden color of his skin, and the raven of his hair, and Vale's burnished gold kimono and emerald obi drew cries of admiration from Yori, to Vale's great pleasure. Willow's maroon obi and blue-grey kimono was mirrored by Hikaru's tiny blue-grey kimono and dark red obi, and Aika had insisted on wearing her dark red dress with the matching shoes. Erion's kimono was a silvery-grey with a delicate blue dragon embroidered on one shoulder, with an obi to match the blue of the dragon, and Kansas wore a blue kimono with a tiger in white and silver on his shoulder, with a white obi.
Ryuu and Aika saw the table with the coloring books and toys, and after a nod from Willow, they made polite bows and hurried over to investigate, giggling happily. Vale held Hikaru, not wanting Willow to have to deal with a slightly squirming half-elf who was watching Yori with wide green eyes. After a few moments of careful observation, Hikaru turned to Vale and touched his father's cheek to get his attention.
"Onii," Hikaru announced and turned to look at Yori again. Yori giggled, and Vale blushed a little.
"Hikaru-kun thinks everyone should be his family," Vale explained. "He's figured out most of us, but he likes adding people."
"Oh, I don't mind being his onii-san," Yori smiled, reaching out to stroke the soft blond hair of Hikaru's head, earning himself a bright smile. "He's so beautiful, and he's getting so big."
Vale gave Yori a radiant smile. "Thank you, Yori-san. I'm just glad he's finally decided that chichi isn't food."
"So what's the celebration?" Yuji asked, slipping an arm around Vale's waist.
Kenji just laughed as he handed Yuji a drink. "Wait until everyone's here. We're expecting a few more people."
A burst of voices from the door confirmed that as Sadao and two other instructors from the dojo entered, bows and hugs being exchanged. Sadao was alone, but the other instructors had brought their wives and children, and Ryuu and Aika looked up, intrigued at the new potential playmates. Almost as soon as they were settled, a few more friends of Kenji and Yori arrived, and there were more introductions.
Sand looked up as one more person arrived, Kenji's face lighting up. Mori Satoru walked in, slipping out of his shoes and accepting Kenji's warm hug. Sand started to make his way over to Satoshi, but Kenji got there before Sand could, and the elf stayed back to allow them to speak.
"Satoshi-chan, I'm sorry, but he's my brother in law. Please don't be too angry with me, but I felt he should be here tonight," Kenji said.
Satoshi nodded stiffly. "It's fine, Kenji-san. You don't have to worry about me making a scene. It was your place to invite who you chose."
Kenji nodded, a little dismayed by Satoshi's slightly cold tone, but he nodded, accepting Satoshi's promise and walking back to rejoin Satoru. Satoshi walked calmly enough out to the walkway, and when Sand followed, he found Satoshi smoking a cigarette and staring blindly out at the bright strings of paper lanterns. Ota Jun deposited an ashtray near Satoshi and faded away silently.
"Saiai?" Sand said gently, laying a hand on Satoshi's arm.
Satoshi did not turn around, but his voice was level. "I'm not angry because he's here. I'm angry because I can't find it in my heart to forgive him. I can't get myself to talk to him. Not yet."
Satoshi paused for a moment, still cold and stiff, and Sand was sure he was debating with himself the way he did sometimes. Sand waited patiently, knowing Satoshi would speak when he had reached a decision.
"If you want to let him meet Ryuu, you can. Just don't tell Ryuu he's his grandfather. Just tell Ryuu he's your friend or something. And don't let him tell Ryuu the truth." Satoshi still had not looked at Sand, but he had not shaken off Sand's hand, either. "I'll be fine. I'll come inside in a few minutes."
Sand stroked Satoshi's arm lightly. "As you wish, saiai."
Sand walked back into the party, looking around for Willow. He saw her near the window, and he hurried over to her, smiling as she looked at him quizzically.
"What's wrong, sweets?" Willow asked. "You look like you've tasted something odd."
"Satoshi has given me permission to introduce Ryuu to Mori-sama, but not to tell Ryuu who Mori-sama is to him." Sand looked at Willow, so beautiful in her early pregnancy glow. "I would like to do so, but I would like to know that you are willing as well."
Willow reached up to cup Sand's cheek, her expression one of love for her dark-haired elf. "Thank you for asking, sweets. If Satoshi's fine with it, I won't object."
Sand leaned in to kiss Willow lightly on the lips. "Thank you, vanimaer."
Sand made a beeline for the group of children at the table full of amusements, reaching down to touch Ryuu's shoulder lightly. Ryuu looked up, smiling brightly at Sand.
"Hello, tousan. Did you grow another berry for me in your belly button yet?" Ryuu giggled, and the entire table full of children giggled with him.
Sand laughed, delighted by Ryuu's humor. "It takes time for a berry to grow, sochi-chan, but I promise I will tell you as soon as I feel one beginning to sprout."
Ryuu turned back to the rest of the children, triumphant. "I told you my tousan can grow berries in his belly button!" Ryuu turned back to Sand. "Why did you tap me if it isn't a new berry?"
"There is someone I want you to meet," Sand said, holding out his hand.
"Okay." Ryuu scrambled up, smoothing his hakama proudly. He had not forgotten how Kenji-otooji had praised him for being old enough to wear hakama now, and one of the other boys was also in hakama, so Ryuu felt very proper. He slipped his small hand in Sand's hand and let Sand lead him over to a man.
"Satoru-san, I would like you to meet my sochi-chan, Ryuu. Ryuu-kun, this is my friend Satoru." Sand gave Satoru a quick look, pleading with his eyes for Satoru to go along with him.
Ryuu bowed very politely. "It's nice to meet you, Satoru-san."
Satoru bowed back a little, his eyes very bright. "I'm happy to meet you, too, Ryuu-kun. You have a very interesting name, you know, a very strong name. Do you know what it means?"
"Oh, yes," Ryuu said happily. "My name means dragon, and it's a good name because I am a buronzudoragon. I'm only a small dragon right now, but I'm growing very fast, tousan says. He says I'm a very good dragon, and I already have a very big roar, especially when it's dinnertime. Some day I will be a grown-up dragon, but I don't think I'll have wings. That's okay, though because wings are hard when you're in the house."
"Yes, I imagine wings would be hard to manage in a house," Satoru agreed, drinking in the sight of his grandson, and listening to his sweet little voice as Ryuu chattered away. "I have a son, too, you know, and he was also a very good dragon, with a very big roar."
Ryuu nodded wisely. "Mama says that my roar is louder than anyone else's, and she always knows when it's time to make dinner because she can hear my roar all over the house."
"That is very true, sochi-chan, especially when you have to wait for sixty-five minutes," Sand agreed, his eyes dancing with laughter.
"Sixty-five minutes?" Satoru asked, his eyes widening. "That long?"
Ryuu nodded emphatically. "I know because I counted the minutes. I can count to sixty-five."
Satoro looked suitably impressed, and Ryuu beamed at him. Satoru reached out to smooth Ryuu's silky hair and stopped. "How old are you now, Ryuu-kun?"
"Oh, I am four now, which is a big age. Aika-chan is only two, and Hikaru-kun isn't even one yet, so I am onii-san. It's a hard job, but I'm good at it." Ryuu smiled up at Satoru, liking this man who listened as well as chichi and tousan. Sometimes grown-ups did not listen well, but this one was very nice.
"And do you like school?" Satoru asked, his heart aching with the need to touch Ryuu's cheek, seeing Satoshi in him so clearly.
"Oh, yes, I do!" Ryuu stood up tall and proud. "I got an award for being able to count higher than anyone in my class, and I can write my name in romanji and kanji." He looked up at Sand for confirmation.
"You can indeed, sochi-chan, and your writing is very neat and easy to read," Sand agreed.
There was a brief lull while Ryuu looked up at Satoru, his eyes slightly wide. "So, you are my chichi's tousan?"
Satoru opened his mouth to speak, and closed it again quickly, giving Sand a slightly panicked look. Sand himself was so taken by surprise that he simply could not think of a coherent response. Sand did not want to lie to Ryuu, since Sand still hoped that Satoshi and Satoru would be reconciled, but Sand had also made a promise to Satoshi, and Sand wanted to honor that promise.
"Satoru-san is my friend, Ryuu-kun," Sand said carefully.
Ryuu simply shrugged a little when his tousan answered. "It was very nice to meet you, Satoru-san." Ryuu bowed very politely. "Chichi loves you very much, you know. He's just hurting in his heart right now. But don't worry, because it will be alright someday." Ryuu turned to look at Sand expectantly. "May I go eat my cream pie now, tousan?"
Sand smiled at Ryuu, his eyes full of love. "Of course you can, Ryuu-kun. Just one piece though, or Mama will be cross with us both."
Sand turned to Satoru when Ryuu had walked away, his face a little pale. "Ryuu-kun is a very observant boy," Sand said dryly.
"Thank you, Masato-san," Satoru said, his voice heavy with emotion. "Thank you for letting me meet my – your son. He looks very much like Satoshi at that age, but I can see his mother in him as well."
Sand reached out to take Satoru's hand for a moment. "It was my pleasure, Satoru-san. Let us hope it can happen again, and again." Sand sighed a little, noticing Satoshi watching him. The elf bowed politely as he released Satoru's hand and headed over to Willow again.
"I am a doomed man, vanimaer," Sand told Willow. "Ryuu guessed that Mori-sama was his grandfather. I did not confirm it, but I could not deny it without lying to Ryuu, either, and I am quite sure Satoshi will have my head for soup."
Willow looked at Sand, her eyes widening briefly.
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::nods wisely:: Friends don't let friends post stupid shit...
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Sand looked at Yori, his face radiant. "I would be so honored to stand by you tomorrow as your witness, Yori-san. I consider you a dear friend, and a part of our family."
Sand moved around the table to hug Yori, his blue eyes shining with joy for the younger man. When Yori put both his arms around Sand to return the hug, Sand's heart soared with joy. Kenji relaxed and took a sip of wine, relieved that Satoshi and Sand were both so eager to share their joy.
"A toast, then, to the wedding of two people dear to our hearts," Sand said, lifting his wine. "To Kenji-san and Yori-san, and may each day greet them with new joy and love that is greater than the day before."
The four men raised their drinks, Kenji and Yori looking so radiantly happy that Sand had to reach out and take Satoshi's hand for a moment, running his thumb over Satoshi's wedding ring lightly.
"What time should we be there?" Satoshi asked, lighting a cigarette of his own as he sipped his sake.
Yori looked at Kenji with his beautiful eyes full of love. "We thought we could get married at sunset, and then have the dinner an hour after the ceremony."
"Oh, that will be beautiful," Sand replied. "A sunset wedding, that is marvelous."
The shoji slid open and the waitresses entered, kneeling with perfect grace to serve the meal. The four men waited until all the food have been presented, and the waitresses had bowed and left, sliding the shoji closed behind them, and then they ate and talked happily.
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Sand laid out a kimono on the bed for Satoshi, next to a snow-white juban and Satoshi's best striped hakama. The beautiful purple of the silk and the delicate gold threads woven through the chrysanthemums glowed softly in the early afternoon light. A gold silk obi perfectly matched the threads in the flowers. The elf took down another box, and lifted out a second kimono, this one a deep purple, with a leaf pattern woven through the silk. Sand laid that carefully next to his own best striped hakama, and placed a white juban next to it. His obi was cream silk. A third box was brought down, and Sand lifted out a silk boy's kimono, embroidered with a scene of a hawk sitting in pines with Fuji-san in the background. The obi for that small kimono was gold as well to match the gold edging along the hawk's wings. Ryuu's black unsplit hakama and a small white juban were added to that kimono.
Satoshi came out of the ensuite bathroom, his hair still a bit damp, and he looked at the kimono on the bed with a bright smile.
"You've been shopping again," Satoshi laughed. He ran his fingers lightly over the gorgeous chrysanthemums, his eyes going wide. "This is mine?"
"Do you like it, saiai?" Sand asked. "The color made me think of you. It was in a little shop I found, with the most amazing silks. I bought the panels and then had my tailor make the kimono."
"I love it, a'mael," Satoshi said, grabbing Sand and kissing him. That was when Satoshi saw the kimono for Ryuu, and gasped as he broke the kiss. "You're kidding! For Ryuu? That is so perfect. He's going to scream when he sees it, and choke you half to death with a hug."
Sand's face lit up. "Really? I know he thought his hakama were too hot in Evermeet, but it is cooler now, and I thought a special kimono might make the hakama bearable."
Satoshi hugged Sand hard. "It's perfect, it really is, and we can put it away for our next son, when you and Willow make us a baby."
Sand's breath caught in his throat as he tilted Satoshi's face up and kissed him passionately. Satoshi was breathless when they broke apart, and he reached for his fundoshi with a giggle. Sand's eyes widened and darkened as he watched Satoshi deftly wind the fabric, and Sand could not stop the soft moan that escaped him.
"You are..." Sand's voice trailed off, husky with desire.
"I know," Satoshi said with a sultry look over his shoulder. "I'm gorgeous." He gave a wicked little twitch of his hips, and Sand moaned again. "Hurry up and get dressed. We don't want to be late."
Sand sat down to finish his braids, one at each temple, lacing dark amethyst beads into his raven hair and finishing each braid with a small mithral band. It was Satoshi's turn to moan a little, the sunlight catching Sand's hair perfectly and bringing out the amethyst highlights in the long black tresses. Sand chuckled wickedly, pleased to have roused Satoshi as thoroughly as he had been roused.
They finished dressing quickly, both trying to avoid looking at the other too much until they were fully clad. When Sand was ready, he gathered up the clothing for Ryuu.
"Vale said he would help Ryuu to dress," Sand said. "I will just bring these to him."
Satoshi nodded, admiring the elegant figure Sand cut in kimono and hakama. A sweet wave of admiration flowed back to him through his bond, and Satoshi blushed a little and shooed Sand with a wave of his hand.
"I'll get the car ready," Satoshi replied.
By the time Sand reached the car, he was a little more composed, his eartips not quite as rosy with arousal, and Satoshi's cheeks were not quite as flushed. They headed off to Kenji's estate, their bond throbbing with love as they went to celebrate a new marriage between dear friends and family.
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Vale opened the box containing the exquisite burnished gold kimono with a sigh. He touched the fabric reverently, not even hearing Yuji as he came up behind Vale, looking over his shoulder.
"You're wearing that?" Yuji asked, his voice husky.
Vale leaned back into Yuji's arms, feeling the heat of Yuji's skin against his. "Do you mind? Sand and Satoshi said it was a celebration, and Yori and Kenji are both very traditional sometimes. It feels right to wear kimono and hakama."
"I don't mind," Yuji replied, nuzzling Vale's ear through his thick golden hair. "I'm glad you want to wear it. Do you know how incredible you look in a kimono?"
Vale could feel Yuji's thick cock, hard and hot as it slid along the cleft of his ass. The elf moaned a little, grinding back, unable to focus beyond the feeling of Yuji against him.
"Do you remember at the vacation, when you stripped for me?" Yuji said, his long fingers sliding up to tug on Vale's nipple rings.
"I lost the bet," Vale managed, his eyes fluttering closed as Yuji ground into his ass.
Yuji chuckled a little. "Yes, you did. The whole time you were stripping for me, I was wondering what you would look like if you were wearing hakama. I was picturing you getting down to nothing but a fundoshi, and then dancing that sweet ass over so I could unwind it slowly." Yuji punctuated his words with lazy thrusts of his hips, and Vale's lips parted as he let out a needy little whimper.
Yuji fisted his hand in Vale's gold and emerald mane, pushing the elf forward until his thighs bumped the bed, well away from the kimono. Vale moaned, wanton and eager, and he leaned over until his chest was flat on the bed, his ass presented perfectly. Yuji released Vale's hair to grip the firm globes of the elf's ass, spreading them to reveal the dark pucker that had been so sweetly prepared for him. Yuji spit on one hand, slicking his cock with a mixture of spit and precum, and he pressed the head against Vale's ass, pressing in past the tight ring of muscle in a smooth thrust until he was buried balls deep in his elf's ass.
Vale's back arched as Yuji's thick cock filled him, another wanton moan escaping him, Yuji's hands gripping his ass hard enough to leave bruises in the pale golden flesh.
"I was ready to bend you over that pool table, just like this," Yuji murmured, and Vale's breath hitched as he ground back. "I wanted to flip that little kilt up and fuck you right then and there, in front of everyone. I wanted to make you scream and come so hard that you saw stars."
"Oh, fuck," Vale moaned, rocking his hips a little as he tried to get more of Yuji inside him, the burn sweet as Yuji rode Vale's prostate hard. Vale's back arched even more, and he howled as Yuji pounded into his ass.
"That's it, my Vale, my perfect husband," Yuji growled. "Howl for me. I want to hear that sweet voice of yours break over the pleasure of being fucked until you can't see straight."
That was all Vale needed to hear, the elf already on the brink of exploding. Yuji had barely wrapped his fingers around Vale's cock when Vale screamed so sweetly and came, his cum arching out to paint his own chest with thick white ropes. Vale's ass closed almost painfully around Yuji's thick cock, and Yuji growled as he sank his teeth in Vale's shoulder, his balls drawing up sharply as he filled his elf's ass with an endless stream of hot cum.
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Erion looked at Kageoshi, surprise and sympathy warring in his silver eyes. "I keep forgetting you all used to be friends, before Taka decided to show his true colors."
Kageoshi nodded sadly. "Hiro's not really bad. He's just scared of Taka, and he doesn't know how to get away from him."
"Do you think Taka's hurting Hiro, too? Like he hurt you?" Erion reached up and took Kageoshi's hand, trying to warm the suddenly icy little fingers between his own warm hands. "Or maybe he threatens to hurt Hiro if Hiro doesn't follow him around. It's not like Taka has that many friends, it seems."
Kageoshi's eyes went wide. "You think Taka could be hurting Hiro, too? Oh, I don't even want to think about that." Kageoshi's small face scrunched up in unhappiness.
"Maybe you're right. Hiro wouldn't hang around him if he did that," Erion soothed, rubbing Kageoshi's cold hands.
Kageoshi relaxed a little, and then frowned. "But Taka could have threatened to hurt Hiro or his family if Hiro wasn't his friend. That could happen." Kageoshi gave a small sigh. "You know, Hiro and I used to follow Taka around when we were little, before we started school. He used to like that. Taka and Hiro started school before I did, but they still used to play with me even thought I was so much littler."
"That must have been fun, back then," Erion said gently. He poked at his zippo one last time, and this time it ignited. Erion lit his cigarette and took a deep drag on it happily, making Kageoshi giggle at his expression of bliss.
"You and Tatsuya-chan, you're like a couple of dragons puffing smoke all the time," Kageoshi teased. "Anyway, it was fun, and when I finally started elementary school, everyone thought Hiro and I were so cool because we had an older friend. They thought Taka was just awesome."
"I wonder what made him change?" Erion mused.
Kageoshi looked up at Erion sadly. "We changed. I met Momo and Tatsuya, and then Eric and Ryo. They used to be friends with Taka, too, but Taka didn't like it that I was friends with them, because then Hiro started hanging out with us, too. I think Taka liked that Hiro and I used to listen to him, and do everything that he suggested, and then when we started hanging out with everyone else, we weren't listening to Taka all the time."
"What did he do?" Erion asked, intrigued at this glimpse in Taka's mind. Santhiel had always told Erion that knowing your enemy meant you had a better chance of defeating him, and Erion was happy to learn what he could about Taka.
"It was sort of subtle at first. He'd ask Hiro to do something with him, and not include me. I didn't even notice right away, and then all of the sudden, it seemed like Hiro never had time for me anymore, and Taka just laughed and told me not to be a baby, and to go play with my new friends." Kageoshi looked so sad that Erion wanted to hug the small teen. "But I still miss Hiro."
Erion threw his arms around Kageoshi and hugged him tightly for a moment. "Let's see what happens. Maybe you and Hiro can be friends again, after everything's over." That was the euphemism they used for the court case to keep Kageoshi from panicking too badly. As determined as the little teen was to go through with the case, he still had nightmares, according to Momo.
Kageoshi nodded, and looked up over Erion's shoulder. "Hey, here comes the gang now!" He wriggled out of Erion's hug and waved enthusiastically, but his eyes were still shadowed with sadness, and Erion was suddenly very glad he hadn't snarled at Hiro.
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Sand slid into the car next to Sadao after putting his dojo bag on the back seat. He was looking forward training, feeling quite refreshed and energetic despite the early hour and a relatively short reverie. Sand smiled a little as he remembered the expression on Willow's face when he had kissed her softly before leaving, her beautiful blue-grey eyes firmly closed and her gorgeous red hair fanned out around her.
"Good morning, Sadao-san," Sand greeted, buckling himself in.
Sadao just chuckled. "A good morning to you, Masato-san, although you might not feel like it when I get you on the mats. You're soft after that long summer vacation of yours."
Sand looked mildly indignant. "I am rusty, I will grant you that, but soft?"
"Soft," Sadao grinned. "But don't worry. Give me a few more weeks, and you might start looking like you know what you're doing again."
"Is that a challenge, Sadao-sensei?" Sand said with relish. "I warn you, I do love a challenge."
Sadao looked over at Sand quickly before returning his eyes to the road. "Tell me that again later, when you're bruised and limping."
Sand snorted, delighted. "If I am not bruised and limping, I will think it is you who has gotten soft."
The two men chatted about nonsense the rest of the ride, both quite pleased at being back to their usual training schedule. For all that Sadao liked to tease him, Sand was a good student, quick to learn and not the kind to whine if Sadao pushed him hard. In fact, the harder Sadao pushed, the harder Sand worked, and the two of them had grown into a comfortable friendship.
Sadao dropped Sand in front of the office, since Sand wanted to drop off his check for the monthly dojo fees. Sand was pleasantly surprised to find Yori already in the office, and the younger man looked up with a bright smile.
"Masato-san," Yori said. "Welcome back. I haven't had a chance to say hello since you got back."
"It is good to see you, Yori-san. You look well," Sand said, pleased. "I have my check for the monthly fees. Shall I leave it on your desk?"
"Perfect," Yori said. "But don't go anywhere. Kenji-san wanted to talk to you, and he was going to try and catch you after training. I'll just tell him you're here." Yori went into the next office and came back with Kenji, who gave Sand a quick hug.
"Vacation agreed with you, Masato-san." Kenji smiled at his nephew's husband, a man he had come to think of as a good friend.
"It did," Sand replied with a bright smile. "It was good to see the family again, and old friends as well. But I am still always glad to return home. After a while, I miss my usual routines, including being thrashed with great abandon by Sadao-sensei."
Kenji chuckled, knowing full well that Sand had not been soundly thrashed since his first weeks at the dojo. "I'm glad to have caught you, though. I wanted to ask if you and Satoshi-san were free to have dinner with Yori-san and me this Friday."
Sand's smile widened. "I am positive that we are. I will call Satoshi-chan after training and make sure, but I know he will want to have dinner."
"Wonderful," Kenji said, and Yori looked pleased as well, his beautiful face bright and his eyes clear. "You see I have my manager back?"
Yori made a little face and then laughed. "It's a good thing, too. You're terrible with paperwork. It's taken me forever to find anything."
Sand laughed with Yori as Kenji shook his head with a contrite grin. "I fear my desk would make you run screaming for the nearest door," Sand admitted. "But I had best get dressed and ready for my thrashing." Sand was still chuckling to himself as he began to change into his kimono and hakama, binding his raven hair back into a tight braid.
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Vale watched Satoshi's deft fingers as he knotted the jute rope in a strangely beautiful pattern that worked the rope over and around Yuji's upper arms, pinioning Yuji's upper arms against his body. Satoshi worked the rope so that it was tight enough that it would leave an impression when it was removed, but not tight enough to leave a bruise behind.
As he worked, Satoshi gently stroked Yuji's body, and he encouraged Vale to stroke Yuji as well, but Satoshi warned Vale not to stroke Yuji's cock. Vale watched closely as Satoshi made each knot, the elf memorizing the careful way each knot was tied. Yuji's eyes were bright with arousal, and his trembling had nearly stopped, his face utterly peaceful. Vale trailed slim fingers over Yuji's bound arms, stroking gently, his green eyes filled with his love and gratitude as being allowed to share this.
When Yuji's upper arms were firmly bound, Satoshi gently bent Yuji's elbows to fold Yuji's arms behind his back, one atop the other. Vale watched as Satoshi bound Yuji's forearms together, both Vale and Satoshi stroking Yuji as Satoshi worked the rope around and made his beautiful knots. Vale was almost overwhelmed by the level of trust Yuji had in Satoshi, and in himself, and it brought a few tears to the elf's eyes as he gently stroked Yuji's face.
Vale helped Satoshi to ease Yuji forward, to lie on his stomach, and Satoshi began to bind Yuji's ankles together. Yuji's breathing was even and calm, and Vale stroked the golden skin of Yuji's thighs and calves as Satoshi finished binding Yuji's ankles. Vale sucked in his breath a bit when Satoshi lifted Yuji's bound ankles and fastened them to his forearms with a length of rope, making Yuji's back arch. Vale had to bite back a moan, the sight of Yuji bound in the intricate pattern of ropes and completely helpless bringing home to the elf how much Yuji loved and trusted him.
Satoshi eased Yuji over onto his side, Yuji's cock rock hard. Satoshi gently urged Vale to lie down facing Yuji, and Vale reached out to stroke Yuji's face, his green eyes wide in wonder at the gift he was being given. Satoshi lay down behind Yuji, caressing Yuji's shoulders, his fingers light as he petted the golden skin.
"Yuji," Vale breathed softly. Vale could hardly find words to say what he wanted, so he just opened his bond to let his love and immense gratitude pour out. Yuji smiled at Vale, his face radiant with his love for his elf, and Vale ran gentle fingers across Yuji's lips before he leaned in to kiss Yuji softly. Satoshi's fingers were stroking Yuji's hair, feathering through his ponytail and coming back up to trace the fine angles of Yuji's cheekbones. Vale could feel Satoshi as well, the love between the three husbands pure and perfect.
Vale felt a single tear trace its way from the corner of his eye, and he whispered, "Aishu teru, otto. I love you, my husband."
"I love you, my perfect Vale," Yuji replied softly, his perfect eyes shining as Vale feathered another kiss across his lips, long fingers tracing the ropes that crossed Yuji's golden chest. Vale's cock was as hard as Yuji's, but for once the elf did not feel an urgent need to grind himself against Yuji. This moment was too beautiful, too perfect, and Vale savored the gift of utter trust that Yuji had given him. Vale realized that this was what Yuji had been needing, that strange desire that had been present in their bond the past few weeks. Vale's eyes widened as he also realized that Yuji would trust him to do this, to bind him lovingly and render him helpless, knowing with complete faith that he was safe with his elf.
Vale kissed Yuji again, the kiss deeper this time but still tender, no hurry in Vale's hands as they slowly stroked their way down along Yuji's sides to trace the sharp angles of Yuji's hipbones. Only then did Vale allow his fingers to stroke Yuji's cock, the thick length exquisitely hard, and Vale breathed out a soft moan. Yuji's smile widened as Vale stroked him and then moved on, not wanting to push Yuji over the brink this first time.
"This is my gift to you, Vale," Yuji said, his voice warm with his love. "My complete trust is yours. I am your dominant, yes, but I do not ask you to trust me completely without offering you the same thing."
"I understand," Vale replied, his eyes vivid emerald with love and joy. "Thank you. Arigatou."
"Tell me in your beautiful language," Yuji said, his smile so radiant that Vale's heart soared. "I love to hear you speak to me in elven."
Vale's smile was equally radiant, and his voice vibrated with love. "Diola lle, verno'amin. Amin mela lle, ten'oio, a'maelamin."
Satoshi's elegant fingers stroked Yuji's neck gently as Vale kissed Yuji again, their tongues dancing together as their bond overflowed with love.
"It's time, my love," Satoshi murmured, his voice thick with love for Yuji. Vale helped Satoshi to undo the knots, the impressions of the jute rope clear on Yuji's golden skin, but so skillfully had Satoshi bound him that there was not a single shadow of a bruise.
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Erion and Kageoshi tossed their backpacks onto their favorite table, both of them groaning as Eric and Ryo looked up in surprise. Kansas was not there yet, and the two younger boys slumped down into their chairs.
"Finals," Erion moaned.
"Only three months away," Kageoshi said mournfully.
Eric managed not to laugh. "Rira, the semester's barely begun and you're worried about finals already?"
"We have to worry," Kageoshi protested. "We need to get perfect grades if we want to be able to take the classes we want next semester."
Erion nodded gloomily. "I already blew one course last semester, so I really need to be perfect this time."
Ryo just laughed. "You two are going to make yourselves crazy all semester."
"I know! Call your parents and ask if you can come and study with me," Erion said. "I'll take you home on the bike."
Kageoshi's eyes widened a little. Erion had shown Kageoshi his bike, beaming with pride, and the idea of getting a ride on it was exciting for the little teen. He whipped out his cell phone and called his mother, his eyes bright. "Okasan says I have to be home for dinner," Kageoshi informed Erion.
Erion grinned. "Not a problem. We can still get in a couple of hours studying, and we'll be that much ahead."
Kansas arrived, and Kageoshi practically bounced out of his seat as he explained the plan. Kansas tried to smother a laugh.
"I hope you like going fast," Kansas snickered. "Yuki-chan's got two speeds. Fast and insanely fast."
"Hey!" Erion gave Kansas a playful swat on the shoulder. "I can go slower than that. I just like getting you all hot and bothered when we ride."
That got a hoot of laughter from Eric and Ryo, and Kageoshi blushed so adorably that Erion hugged him.
Eric and Ryo headed off to Eric's car, and Kansas, Kageoshi and Erion caught the train home to the estate, the three youngsters bouncing in and heading right for the kitchen in search of sustenance. Sand was in the kitchen, avoiding the microwave with great diligence as he sliced some fruit.
"Well, look who came to visit," Sand said, and wiped his hands to give Kageoshi a gentle hug. "Are you here to study?"
Kageoshi nodded eagerly. "Yuki-chan and I have finals in only three months, and we're going to get perfect scores."
"I am glad to hear that. Go on up to the guest room, and I'll bring you something to eat." Sand chuckled at Erion's expression of dismay. "Fruit, sweet rolls, and cool sweet tea, Yuki-kun. Nothing that requires a household appliance, I assure you."
Kageoshi was watching Sand with great fascination. Sand had tucked his long raven hair behind one ear again, and the elegant sweep of that pointed ear looked so much like Erion's ear that Kageoshi could not take his eyes off of it. Erion completely missed Kageoshi's rapt look, but Kansas caught it, and moved by a sudden mischievous impulse, Kansas decided to wait to see what would happen.
"Good, that works. We don't need anything hot," Erion began, trying to keep Sand away from anything he could blow up. Between the smell of the burning microwave and Willow's fury, Erion was not eager to see a repeat performance. Erion opened his mouth to ask if there was any custard to go with the berries, when Sand let out a wanton moan, clutching the counter for support as Kageoshi tweaked the tip of his ear between small fingers.
Kageoshi blushed a little as Sand moaned, and Kansas collapsed in gales of laughter as Erion's jaw just dropped. Sand's jeans were tight enough that his arousal was impossible to hide, and the flush on his cheeks was nearly as dark as the one on Kageoshi's cheeks.
'I'm sorry!" Kageoshi squeaked, taking a step back in dismay, but Sand took a quick breath and just smiled at the small teen.
"No, Kageoshi-kun, it is quite alright. You just took me by surprise," Sand said, reaching out to stroke Kageoshi's hair with easy affection.
Erion had turned bright red as well, as he remembered what he had said to Kageoshi about Sand's ears being just like his. Of course Kageoshi was bound to be curious, and of course Sand had to have his hair tucked behind his ear at just the right moment. Fortunately, Sand was taking Kageoshi's experiment in good humor. Kansas straightened up, still giggling and wiping away the tears of laughter from his eyes.
"These are something of a family trait, did Yuki-kun tell you?" Sand said easily, distracting Kageoshi from his embarrassment.
"He did," Kageoshi said, his eyes bright. "Yuki-chan told me about the legends that say you have fairy blood."
Sand chuckled. "Exactly. Those are just legends, but the older families from our part of the world tend to have certain oddities like pointed ears. Akira-san is a distant relative, and he has the same ears. The older families also tend to marry among themselves, and so our pointed ears begin to breed true."
Kageoshi nodded enthusiastically. "I've read about things like that!"
By now, Sand had managed to will his erection away, and as he turned to open the refrigerator, he looked over his shoulder at Erion. "We have custard as well. Do you want some with your fruit?"
"That's perfect, otooji," Erion said quickly. "If you just put it on a tray, we'll bring it up and I'll make sure to bring it back down."
Kansas went to his room to read his own texts after having a quick snack with the two younger boys. To their credit, Kageoshi and Erion did study for a solid hour, reading notes back and forth and quizzing each other. However, this early in the semester, there was not a great deal to study, and Erion fell back with a sigh.
"I can't think of anything we didn't cover, Kage-chan," Erion said, sprawling on the tatami mat floor.
Kageoshi was curled up on the loveseat in the room, and he looked at Erion with a tiny grin. "I know one thing we didn't talk about, Yuki-chan."
Erion sat up with a moan and reached for his textbook.
"Not that, silly," Kageoshi giggled. "Do you remember what we talked about, before you went away for the summer?"
Erion looked blank for half a second, and then his eyes went wide. "Oh, right! You were going to kiss Momo-chan." Erion kept his voice low, knowing how shy Kageoshi was about these things.
Kageoshi blushed a little, but his eyes were bright. "I called him, about a week after you left, and I asked him for a date. Sort of." Kageoshi started to giggle, his small hand covering his mouth. "I took food to his house, and we ate and watched a movie, and then I kissed him, and we told each other that we loved each other. Three times each."
"Kage-chan, that's wonderful!" Erion said, hugging the smaller teen.
"That's not all." Kageoshi's cheeks were pink, but his eyes were shining. "We took off our clothes, and we kissed some more and we touched and then I... you know, like when I had those dreams. I had Momo-chan's pajama bottoms on, too." Kageoshi giggled a little more. "But I told otousan and okasan before I went there that I was in love with Momo-chan, and that I was gay, and they just hugged me and said it was okay."
"It is okay, Kage-chan. Tatsuya and I are gay. Neither one of us thinks about girls the way we do about each other, and it doesn't make us any different than Eric or Ryo. We're just us, and that's how we are." Erion gave Kageoshi another hug. "So, you were really brave, though! I can't believe you did that right away."
Kageoshi beamed, his small face so bright and happy that Erion nearly forgot all the small teen had endured so recently. "I did some other things, too. Oh, Yuki-chan, Momo-chan's so gentle and soft with me that I'm not even scared. He says I give a good..." Kageoshi's voice dropped to the faintest whisper, "...blowjob."
Erion looked at Kageoshi, his silver eyes huge with astonishment, and then he hugged Kageoshi very tightly. "You are so perfect, toror'amin, do you know that?"
Kageoshi blushed again, but this time it was from pride.
They giggled and laughed as Kageoshi let Erion tease him a little about his experiences, until Kansas knocked on the door and stuck his head in.
"If you're going to get Kage-chan home by dinner, you'd better start getting ready to go." Kansas gave Kageoshi a big grin. "You ready to break the sound barrier?"
Erion threw a crumpled up piece of paper at Kansas, laughing. "I'm not that bad, 'lokiamin. Come on, Kage-chan, let's get you suited up. I have some leathers that will fit you pretty well, and a spare helmet."
Erion dragged Kageoshi into his room, and the two youngsters suited up for the ride. Erion's other leathers were a little big on Kageoshi, but Kageoshi looked completely adorable to Erion. They grabbed their backpacks and headed down the stairs, helmets in hand.
"I'm going to run Kageoshi home," Erion announced. Sand looked up from his book with a bright smile at the sight of Kageoshi in the slightly big leathers.
"Just be careful, Yuki-kun," Sand said, getting up to hug Kageoshi goodbye. The little teen was still a bit embarrassed about the ear thing from earlier, but Sand seemed so completely unruffled that Kageoshi gave Sand a hug in return.
"We'll be fine," Erion promised. "I'll go so carefully that I wouldn't even crack an egg."
That made Kageoshi giggle, and they headed out to the garage to get Erion's bike. Erion showed Kageoshi how to fasten his helmet, and then he wheeled the bike out of the garage.
"Hop on behind me and hold on tight around my waist, okay?" Erion said. "Just lean with me, If I lean right, you lean a little, too."
Kageoshi giggled nervously. "Maybe you should give me some gum before we go. Otherwise I'll scream so much you'll be deaf before we even make it to Setagaya-ku."
Erion grinned and dug in his leathers for the gum he kept there, handing Kageoshi a piece. Erion hopped on the bike, and waited until Kageoshi was properly seated behind him, the small teen wrapping his arms around Erion with another giggle. Erion started the bike, and as he drove slowly down the road out of the estate, Kansas could hear the ecstatic shrieks from Kageoshi over the roar of the bike.
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Sand reached out to help Satoshi with his belt, needing to feel Satoshi's skin against his, wanting nothing more than to join with Satoshi as deeply as he could. He slid the cargoes past Satoshi's slender hips and tugged at the tight little boxers, forcing himself to move slowly. Sand needed, yes, but he craved something sweet and tender, not a frantic coupling.
Sand pulled Satoshi down to the bed, his lips seeking Satoshi's lips in a tender kiss, his tongue teasing at the pierced lower lip as Satoshi moaned into the kiss and wrapped one muscular leg around Sand's hip. Sand slid lower, his kisses trailing from Satoshi's lips along his jaw and down his throat, and Sand paused to lick the tender hollow at the base of Satoshi's throat. Sand's lips moved further down, drifting off to the side to find one pierced nipple, and he caught the steel ring between his teeth and tugged a little before closing his lips around the tight little nub and suckling it firmly. Satoshi moaned louder, his hands fisting in the thick raven hair of his husband as Sand teased the nipple until it was hard and pebbled under his tongue, and his hot mouth moved across Satoshi's chest to tease the other nipple.
Sand kissed his way down Satoshi's stomach, feeling his husband's muscles tremble, until Sand was poised over Satoshi's cock. Sand gave a delicate swipe of his tongue over the head, lapping up the precum that was beginning to bead there and teasing the slit with the stud in his tongue. Satoshi writhed and mewled, his back arching as he tried to get Sand to engulf his cock, and Sand complied, taking the head of Satoshi's cock into the heat of his mouth and pressing his tongue stud against the tender cleft underneath. Sand sucked on the head for a moment, his cheeks hollowing a little, and then he flattened his tongue and slid his lips down Satoshi's cock, barely pausing when it bumped the back of his throat. Sand tilted his head and let Satoshi's cock slide into his throat as he hummed a little, the vibration making Satoshi moan and shiver.
Sand drew back slowly, sucking as hard as he could, his tongue stud pressing firmly along the underside of Satoshi's cock. As he sucked, Sand reached for the lube he had taken from his pocket, and coated his fingers, easing one finger into Satoshi's ass. Satoshi arched again, pressing down on Sand's finger, his pucker loosening quickly, and Sand added a second finger and then a third as he continued to suck on Satoshi's cock. Sand drew back slowly on Satoshi's cock a final time, letting the head slip free with a soft pop, and he withdrew his fingers from Satoshi's ass, gently urging the slender man to turn over. Satoshi complied eagerly, presenting his ass to Sand perfectly, his pucker twitching as Sand lined his cock up with it.
Sand eased the head of his cock into Satoshi's ass, Satoshi's moan of pleasure pure music to Sand, and Sand slowly pressed the full length of his thick cock into that tight ass, his hands wrapped around Satoshi's hips and his eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he was surrounded by velvet heat. Sand's piercing rode across Satoshi's prostate, and Satoshi moaned loudly, pressing back to drive himself even further onto Sand's cock. Sand gasped at the intense heat and tightness, so familiar and yet always so tantalizing.
"Saiai," Sand murmured, and he reached down and pulled Satoshi upright, settling Satoshi's round ass on his thighs as his arms wrapped around Satoshi from behind. Sand's chest was strong and warm against Satoshi's back, and Sand's mouth found the sweet spot where Satoshi's shoulder and neck met. Sand nipped and sucked, renewing the dark mark that claimed Satoshi as his beloved. Sand rocked his hips, his thick cock churning in Satoshi's ass, Sand's cock piercing riding Satoshi's prostate and Satoshi howled with pleasure as he ground his ass down eagerly. Sand's long, faintly scarred fingers wrapped around Satoshi's cock, and Sand began to stroke in the same lazy rhythm in which his hips were moving.
Sand's bond was wide open, and he let his love flow out through his bond, feeling Satoshi's arousal building in perfect synchronicity with his own. Satoshi's head fell back onto Sand's shoulder, and he turned his face toward Sand, who pressed his lips to Satoshi's lips, their tongues dancing together in a passionate kiss. Satoshi's hand crept up, delving in Sand's thick hair until Satoshi's fingers found the graceful sweep of an ear, and Satoshi traced the edge up to the point, pinching it between two fingers. Sand's back arched as he pressed into Satoshi with a wanton moan, shivering at the intensely pleasurable sensation.
Sand felt the heat building in his belly, his cock thickening even more as his balls tightened, and Sand moaned into Satoshi's tight little mouth as he shared the mounting pleasure with Satoshi through their bond. Sand's thrusts were growing a little more ragged, his stroking faster, and Satoshi pressed himself down onto Sand's cock as firmly as he could as he felt Sand's cock hit that perfect spot. With a scream, Satoshi's balls emptied, his cum erupting in a graceful arc as his ass clamped down on Sand's cock like a velvet vise. Sand cried out as loudly as Satoshi as he felt himself let go, his balls almost painfully tight as he filled Satoshi's sweet little ass with his cum.
Sandcastles and Fireworks
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Erion was vaguely aware of an ache in his hips where they had slammed against the hard edge of the metal workbench, but that faded into nothing compared to the exquisite pleasure of the substantial cock churning in Erion's ass and filling him magnificently. When Momo came, filling Erion with hot cum, Erion mewled and wriggled backward, grinding himself against Momo to try and milk every last drop from him.
Erion's cock was aching, and he shivered as Momo sank forward over him, suckling the tip of one ear and making Erion moan wantonly. Erion could feel the waves of sated pleasure rolling off Kansas through their bond, and he writhed a little, seeking any sort of friction for his cock, to no avail. Momo's heart was pounding hard enough for Erion to feel it against his back, his tattoo tingling a little. When Momo's breathing slowed down enough for him to talk, he managed to croak a single word.
"Bed."
Momo pulled his cock out of Erion, making the elf whimper a little with the loss. Erion took advantage of his sudden freedom to turn around, shucking the rest of the way out of his jeans and boxers. Fully naked, he bent and retrieved a beer from the case on the floor, opening it and draining it in one long drink. Erion turned his heated gaze on Momo, licking his lips, his expression hungry. Momo returned his look with equal heat, and Erion looked over his shoulder at Kansas, seeing an equal heat in his beloved's eyes.
Somehow, the three youngsters managed to stumble into the bedroom, falling onto the bed in a tangle, Erion trying to kiss Kansas over Momo's shoulder. Momo turned his head, running his tongue along the shell of Erion's ear and making Erion gasp. Erion's hand slid down Momo's side, moving around to cup Momo's ass as he nipped at Momo's jawline. Erion was struck for a moment by the raw sexuality in Momo, the alcoholic fog lifting long enough for the young elf to appreciate Momo's utter desirability.
"Want you, now," Erion managed to mumble, his heart pounding hard enough to make him slightly dizzy as he ran his hands down the golden skin. Momo rolled over onto his stomach, drawing his knees up and presenting the perfect globes of his ass to Erion, who moaned again with desperate lust. Erion could see streaks of Kansas's cum still painting Momo's ass, and he leaned forward to drag his hot tongue over that delicious skin, tasting his beloved as he laved Momo. Then there was lube on his hand, and Erion slicked his cock quickly before teasing Momo's pucker with his fingers, watching as the muscle relaxed almost immediately.
Kansas crawled over the bed to kneel by Momo's side, his own cock already starting to harden again as he watched Erion play with Momo's ass. Erion reared up and pressed his cock against Momo's ass, waiting for a moment until Momo pushed back slightly, and Erion sank the head of his cock into Momo's ass, delirious with the heat and the pleasure of being enveloped in the velvet tightness. Momo pressed back again, and Erion sank his cock to the root, hard and fast, his slim hands wrapped around Momo's hips hard enough to bruise.
Kansas was palming his own cock, his eyes hooded as he watched Erion plunder Momo's ass, driving into the older youngster with wicked thrusts, finding Momo's prostate and pounding it mercilessly. Erion was so aroused from having been taken on the workbench that it did not take long before he felt his balls beginning to tighten. Kansas leaned in, his breath hot against Erion's ear, perfectly attuned to his beloved's state.
"He likes it when you pull out and come all over his ass and back," Kansas murmured, pulling Erion into a burning kiss and plundering the elf's mouth.
Erion thrust a few more times, and then he pulled out as his balls jumped up, his cum spurting in thick ropes to decorate Momo's ass and lower back. Kansas fisted one hand in Erion's silvery hair and turned the elf to face him.
"Taste it," Kansas ordered, and Erion moaned with sheer abandon, his cock twitching a little as he leaned over Momo's shivering back to lick his cum from the black and red snake. Erion leaned over and swiped his hot little tongue over the head of Kansas's cock, tasting Kansas's precum mingling with his own cum. Kansas chuckled wickedly, yanking on Erion's hair to keep the elf from diving onto his cock.
"Not yet, baby," Kansas said sternly, and Erion growled a little before subsiding onto the bed next to Momo. Kansas slid off the bed to get beers for himself and Momo, and Erion amused himself by offering Momo his throat to bite and suck, his own slim fingers dancing along Momo's shoulders and sliding up to fist in Momo's hair.
Momo sucked down a gulp of the beer gratefully, and Kansas took a long drink of his own beer. Erion reared up and pulled Kansas into a kiss, tasting the beer on Kansas's tongue and moaning happily.
"Fuck, Kansas," Momo muttered. "You get that every night?" He looked at Erion with hooded eyes.
Kansas chuckled. "He's just warming up. Wait until he sucks your cock."
"Fuck me, 'lokiamin, and I'll suck his cock," Erion said, his eyes dark with need. "I want to taste."
Momo gave a strangled little laugh, his eyes sliding over Erion without meeting his gaze. Erion just pushed Momo down on his back, spreading Momo's thighs and slipping between them, his sweet ass in the air as Kansas crawled over behind Erion. Momo's hands fisted in Erion's thick silver hair as Erion feathered a hot breath over Momo's cock, watching it twitch and stiffen as he flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive cleft under the head.
Kansas spread Erion's cheeks, positioning his cock at the tight little pucker and plunging into Erion's ass. Erion howled with bliss, and dipped his head to slide his lips over the head of Momo's cock, one hand cupping Momo's balls so he could stroke the tender skin beneath them, pressing Momo's prostate from the outside. Erion slid his mouth all the way down until Momo's cock was hitting the back of his throat, his lips stretched deliciously around Momo's girth as Kansas pounded into Erion's ass.
Momo writhed and moaned as Erion relaxed his throat and swallowed Momo to the root, his nose buried in the soft black curls at the base of Momo's cock, his finger pressing more firmly as he hummed a little. Momo tightened his grip on Erion's hair, and pulled the young elf back off his cock until only the head was between those pink lips, moaning at the sight of Kansas slamming into Erion hard enough to redden the skin of Erion's ass while Momo used his grip on Erion to fuck the elf's willing mouth.
Kansas pulled out of Erion, slapping Erion's ass to get his attention, and when the elf turned his eyes to look at Kansas with lust-glazed eyes, Kansas growled, "Switch."
Erion reluctantly pulled his mouth off Momo's cock, letting it slip free with a soft pop, Momo releasing Erion's hair and watching as Kansas's mouth replaced Erion's on his cock. Erion scrambled behind Kansas, reaching for the lube and slicking his fingers, teasing Kansas's pucker and sliding one finger in as Kansas devoured Momo's cock. A second finger followed, and Erion thrust, hooking his fingers to find Kansas's prostate and making the imp howl around Momo's cock. Erion moaned, smearing lube over his cock and pressing into Kansas, unwilling to wait any longer to be buried in that delicious heat, and Kansas howled again as he was breached.
It was such a wanton sight that Momo moaned, his hips bucking to drive his cock into Kansas's talented mouth while Erion rode his dragon's ass with blissful abandon, their movements perfectly synchronized. Erion leaned forward to sink his teeth into Kansas's shoulder, worrying the pale skin and sucking a livid mark, finding the imp's prostate and riding it unerringly as Kansas drove Momo over the edge. Momo howled loudly as his balls drew up, and he spilled into Kansas's mouth, the imp swallowing all but the last mouthful of cum.
Kansas turned his head, and Erion dove in to fasten his lips to Kansas's lips, accepting the mouthful of Momo's cum with such a decadent little moan that Momo shivered. Erion savored the taste of Momo, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, and then he looked down at Momo with a heated gaze, Momo's eyes skittering away to focus on Erion's silver hair as it tangled in with Kansas's black and blue locks.
"You taste good," Erion purred, and he returned to plundering Kansas's mouth, still balls deep in his imp's ass, his thrusts a little ragged as he felt himself get close. "Fuck, 'lokiamin, you want me in or out?"
"In," Kansas growled, and then screamed as Erion shifted his hips slightly to slam Kansas's prostate dead on as the elf let go, filling Kansas's ass with spurt after spurt of cum. Kansas's cock was dripping precum, and Momo moaned as he watched Kansas and Erion move with such familiar ease, torn for a moment between lust and a pang of jealousy that he had never gotten to know that with his tenshi. Erion shuddered a little, and let himself slip out of Kansas's ass, the lovers collapsing to the bed beside Momo.
Erion promptly crawled to the other side of Momo, nuzzling Momo's ear and suckling on his earlobe, fingers finding Momo's nipple and toying with it almost idly. Kansas pressed his hard cock into Momo's thigh as he pulled Momo into a heated kiss, Momo letting out a strangled moan as Erion's hand slid down to stroke the panther tattooed along Momo's right hip, following it as it stretched down along Momo's golden thigh.
"Pretty," Erion murmured, and nipped Momo's earlobe before suckling it again, his tongue hot as it soothed where the elf had bitten. Momo's cock was starting to twitch, stiffening a little, and Erion stroked it lazily.
Momo growled a little and sat up, grabbing Kansas and flipping him onto his stomach, pulling the imp's ass into the air as he moved behind him. Momo lined his cock up with Kansas's ass, and Erion shifted to nibble at Kansas's kiss-swollen lips, his own cock starting to harden again.
"Do you mind if I fuck him?" Momo asked Erion, his eyes still sliding past Erion's eyes.
Erion snorted a little. "Ask him. I don't tell Kansas what to fucking do."
"Does it look like I mind?" Kansas laughed. "Fuck me, you moron."
"Fucking perverts," Momo mumbled, and slammed his cock into Kansas's already loosened ass as the imp howled with pleasure.
Erion slid out of the bed, rummaging for a fresh pack of cigarettes and finding a lighter and an ashtray that was not overflowing among the debris on the coffee table. He sauntered back into the bedroom, his hips swaying as he crawled up to the head of the bed, watching Momo plunder Kansas's ass while he palmed his own cock lazily, letting smoke trickle past his pink lips.