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Vale murmured the cantrip that dried his hair, and then braided it deftly into a single braid down his back, no beads, only a simple elastic to tie off the end. He opened the plastic box and grinned when he saw the captive ball ring, and reached for the bottle of alcohol he now kept handy, rinsing the ring before removing the barbell that decorated his cock and replacing it with the ring. Vale shivered a little as he examined the way it looked in the mirror, the ring hanging just beneath the head of his cock, below the cleft.
Vale walked into the bedroom, his pale golden skin glowing, his cock proudly erect, and he caught his breath at Yuji sitting on the edge of the bed, his towel still around his hips, and the green velvet bag beside him. Vale smiled radiantly, his green eyes darkening with desire, but instead of going right to Yuji as he would normally have done, he crossed to his dresser first and reached into the top drawer, pulling out an inlaid wooden box. Then he crossed to Yuji and stood before him, the box on his open palms.
"This is my present to you, for us alone, a'maelamin." Vale offered the box to Yuji, who took it and opened it.
Inside, on a bed of emerald green velvet, were delicate mithral chains. One was actually three chains linked in a "Y" with small clasps at each end, and Yuji held it up, looking at Vale. The other chain had a small clasp on one end, and a thin leather handle on the other.
"Show me," Yuji ordered, and Vale took the "Y" chain first. He fastened the clasps of each short end to his nipple rings, and then fastened the third clasp to the ring threaded through his cock. Yuji handed him the second chain wordlessly, and Vale handed back the end with the handle, hooking the clasp to the ring in his cock. Yuji tugged the leash and Vale stepped forward, shivering with anticipation as he waited for Yuji to begin the game.
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Before Sand could whisk Ryuu away, Vale stopped him. "Ryuu," Vale said, crouching down to be on eye level with him. "Ayame-chan gave me something to give to you." He handed Ryuu the envelope, exactly like the ones Norio had been handing out. "She did not want you to be forgotten, so maybe she's not so much of a witch, neh?" Vale kissed Ryuu on the cheek, and turned him over to Sand again.
"Tousan, look!" Ryuu showed Sand the envelope, torn between his hurt feelings from earlier and the excitement of getting yen of his own.
"It is wonderful, sochi-chan. We can put it away in your room, in the box where you keep Adalon's scale, yes? It will be safe there until you talk to chichi about what you should do with it." Sand scooped Ryuu up with a brilliant smile and nuzzled him. "Now, let us go and read, shall we? Do you remember where we left off in our story?"
Yuji looked at Vale as Sand went upstairs with Ryuu, the little boy chattering a mile a minute, having decided that excitement was more fun than sulking. Vale's cheeks pinked a bit, but he sat next to Yuji.
"Ayame-chan stopped me on the way out, and gave me envelopes for Ryuu and Hikaru." Vale shrugged a little. "She told me that Hikaru is adorable. I thanked her. I think she was sincere, a'maelamin."
Yuji waved his hand dismissively. "I don't want to talk about them. I want to enjoy tonight." In the next breath he contradicted himself. "Did you hear what happened with Sand and Satoshi?"
"No," Vale replied, "but Sand was furious, I know that much. When he gets that tone in his voice, look out." Vale leaned in and kissed Yuji lightly. "I'd better get these two tucked in. Aika-chan, you want to help me put Hikaru to bed?"
"Uma," Aika agreed, lisping a little as she took Vale's hand. "Hikaru kaima."
Yuji followed Vale upstairs, smiling at how easily Vale fell into his role as a father. He and Aika chattered in elven, Aika occasionally switching to Japanese if she did not know the word in elven, and Vale replied easily, teaching her the word with gentle love. He had them both changed and tucked into bed, kissing them and nuzzling Aika, and then he left quietly, falling into Yuji's arms contentedly.
Sand finished reading with Ryuu, and they marked their place for the following night, Ryuu hugging Sand and kissing him good night. Then Sand tucked Ryuu in, and left quietly, closing the door gently behind him and heading to his bedroom to take off his suit.
Satoshi was sitting on the bed, his cheeks wet, his fingers stuffed into his mouth to stifle his sobs. Sand dropped onto the bed beside Satoshi, wrapping his arms around his husband, his heart aching to see Satoshi in tears.
"What is it, cormamin?" Sand asked gently.
The reply was a little muffled, but Satoshi choked out, "I hate this. I hate him... I'm so scared of him. I know I'm stupid to be so afraid, but he always threatens me, he scares me." He sobbed a little. "I have nightmares. Nightmares of him coming to get me again."
"You are not alone, my heart, not now, not ever," Sand soothed. "I will not let him hurt you, and he cannot hurt me."
"But you don't understand... he hurts me every time," Satoshi said, his voice forlorn. "I have to see him many times every year... it's been more than ten years since he did that, and I must face him again and again and again... it's not fair that I want to die because of what he did to me."
Sand stroked Satoshi's back lovingly. "We will not be seeing them again, I would think. Yuji was furious and argued with his father before walking out. I do think we may be unwelcome in future."
Satoshi's sobs slowed down, and he looked at Sand. "He did?" He hiccuped a little. "I won't have to meet him again?"
"No, cormamin, you will not." Sand pressed a soft kiss to the top of Satoshi's head.
"He grabbed me in the garden," Satoshi said, his voice faint. "He said he was going to come and fuck me again, because Yuji was sharing me around."
"Shhh, my heart," Sand said. "I heard him. You know how well we elves can hear."
Satoshi flushed and began to squirm a bit, his fingers flying to his mouth, but Sand caught Satoshi's hands in his and drew them to his chest.
"It is not your fault, my heart. You did nothing to encourage him, nothing at all. He is just a coward, who seeks to use your fear to make himself feel less afraid, and he will not come near you again." Sand held Satoshi and rubbed his back gently.
"You didn't do anything..." Satoshi let his voice trail off and he looked at Sand, his eyes wet and swollen behind his glasses.
"I had words with him," Sand admitted calmly. "I told him that he was welcome to come here, and I would then ruin him by making it public that he is a rapist. I would cheerfully ruin his name, and that of his father, and watch that bitch of a wife leave him in an instant, and I would enjoy it. He would lose his job, and his license, everything that he needs to keep up his precious image."
Satoshi looked at Sand, his eyes wide, and Sand gently took off Satoshi's glasses and wiped his tears away. Then Sand dried Satoshi's glasses and put them back on.
"May I tell you something?" Sand held Satoshi's face between his hands, a sweet small smile on his face. "You have had to face him, over and over, all these years, and still you did not break. I do not know if I would have had that strength, if Vale had not killed that bastard who raped me, if he had sailed off with me still locked below, to be used by him over and over until I broke."
"No, you're strong, you wouldn't have broken," Satoshi protested. Sand kissed him very gently, nibbling a little at his piercings.
"I very nearly did." Sand nuzzled Satoshi's hair. "He took me repeatedly, making sure that I never had enough time to replenish my spells, never enough reverie. He broke my bones and chewed my flesh, because my pain was what he craved, more than the sex. My screams were his nectar. What Taro did to you, though, was so much worse. He tore at your soul. Flesh heals, but he hurt you where you could not heal."
Sand pulled Satoshi in and held him tightly. Satoshi's voice was a little muffled, but Sand heard him clearly. "But you got over it. You got past it. Why can't I?"
"I got past it because Vale killed the bastard. Do you know, he offered to resurrect him and kill him again if it would help." Sand smiled at the memory. "You have had to face Taro over and over. It has never ended for you, until now. It has ended now, my heart, because I will not let him do that anymore."
Satoshi clung tightly for a moment longer, and then his whole body seemed to relax. "I used to fantasize about killing him," Satoshi admitted. "In all sorts of bloody ways. But I could never do that to Yuji. He doesn't know, no one does but you. Kenji knows I was raped, but not who did it."
Sand kissed Satoshi lovingly. "They will never learn it from me. It is yours to tell. But I am always here, Satoshi. You hold my heart within you, and I will never let him touch you again."
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Vale looked down at Hikaru, wide eyed and awake in his car seat, and he stroked his son's cheek lovingly. "It's alright, utinuamin. You are our light, always." He smiled at Willow and Yuji, his head up proudly. Willow was helping Aika with her slippers and coat, and Yuji was already outside and opening up the mini-bus. Kansas and Erion were giving Ryuu a hand, and Vale stooped to kiss Ryuu's head fleetingly. "Are you alright, sochi-chan?"
Ryuu's eyes widened, and he ducked behind Kansas and Erion, and Vale felt someone touch his arm. He turned to see Ayame standing there, her expression quite determined. In the background, Vale could hear Sand's precise enunciation, a sure sign of his anger, and Vale sighed a little, resigned to one last round of insult.
"Yes, Ayame-chan?" Vale asked, his tone neutral. Kansas and Erion quickly left with Ryuu, and Willow and Aika followed behind them.
"I wanted to give you these." Ayame slipped two small envelopes into Vale's free hand, exactly like the ones Norio had been handing out earlier. Ayame looked down at Hikaru, and touched his golden cheek gently. "He is adorable, Vale-san. I am sorry that this has come to such a state, but I wanted to tell you that, at least."
Vale's tone was considerably warmer as he bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Ayame-chan. I'm sorry as well, although probably for different reasons."
Ayame looked down at Hikaru again, and the small half-elf chose that moment to smile up at her, the sweet guileless smile of an infant, and Ayame touched his cheek again softly before turning away, her eyes bright with tears. Vale watched her for a moment before walking out to join the others at the mini-bus to wait for Sand and Satoshi.
In the meantime,Sand had turned around, his blue eyes icy as he regarded Norio. "While I realize anything I say falls on deaf ears, I trust you understand what you have just done here. You could not have lost your son any more completely, and I doubt that we will meet again. You may not understand what we have, but we are a family above all else, and we do not allow any one person to carry the burden alone. I could quite easily support our family myself. I, however, would not insult any of my family by suggesting that I do so, since it seems that I understand honor and dignity far beyond what you can grasp. I also cherish the love that binds us together, something you will never know or even miss until it is far too late, until you are old and alone and afraid."
Sand's keen hearing picked up something from the garden, and he paused for a moment, listening. The voice was Taro's and since the only other person missing was Satoshi, that had to be who Taro addressed, his tone as malevolent as anything Sand had ever heard. Sand looked, and his eyes adjusted to the gloom to reveal Taro, his hand at Satoshi's throat, and Sand had to force himself not to act in a moment of blinding rage.
"Look at you," Taro hissed. "Not Yuji's favorite anymore, are you? Does that gaijin give it to you hard like Yuji did? Do you scream for Yuji when that gaijin fucks you into the mattress, uke? Maybe I should visit you again soon. Since Yuji doesn't mind sharing you around like that, maybe I should take my turn again."
Taro released Satoshi, who fled into the house, his eyes swimming behind his glasses. Satoshi dove into the powder room, locking the door and running water in the basin.
Sand was about to excuse himself when he realized that Norio was distracted by watching Ayame in conversation with Vale. Sand slipped out into the garden, silent and swift, and came up behind Taro much as Taro had done to Satoshi, his slender but strong fingers wrapping around Taro's throat.
Sand's voice was low and deadly. "I heard what you said to my husband. How will your father like it when his name is dragged through the mud, when it is revealed that his precious son is a rapist? Will your beautiful wife stand by you, holding the hands of your children? Will your colleagues rush to your side, or enjoy seeing your arrogance reap its rewards? So please, do attempt to make good your threat, and I will turn your perfect life into a living hell, you worthless bastard." Sand tightened his fingers a little and then let go, shoving Taro from him with utter contempt.
Sand turned and slipped back into the house, in time to intercept Satoshi as he came out of the powder room. "There you are," Sand said, giving Satoshi a smile as he opened his bond to send love and reassurance to his beloved husband. "The others have gone to the car already. Shall we join them?" Sand let one hand rest on Satoshi's shoulder, a gesture that was discreet enough not to embarrass the already shaken imp, but was contact enough to be comforting. "There's no need to say goodbye. I've quite taken care of that."
Sand swept Satoshi past Norio without a glance, and they headed out to join the rest of the family, Sand's hand never once leaving his husband's shoulder.
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Sand and Vale and Erion had all greeted Hideko and Tsutomo warmly, and Vale and Tomio chattered happily for a moment about a game while Sand admired the infant Sora. Then they were led to the dining room.
This time Sand did let his eyebrow fly up all the way, an expression of well-bred puzzlement on his face. He looked at the two separate dining tables, and heaved the very slightest of sighs.
"I had not realized we would be putting you out like this. Had I known we would be too large a gathering for your dining table, I would have suggested that we have it at our home." Sand smiled at Norio and Ayame pleasantly. "Ah, well, it is not to be helped."
Gritting his teeth a little, Norio inquired, "Is there a problem?"
"It seems that we are short two seats at the high table, hmm?" Sand replied. "Erion, could I impose on you to sit with the children at the low table tonight? It will be an amusing story to tell back home, no doubt, since it might very well be the first time any Sulandorn has done so."
"Oh, it might be fun at that," Erion replied, giving Kansas's hand a tight squeeze. "We could help Aika, couldn't we, Tatsuya?"
Kansas's eyes had darkened a little at the sound of Norio's teeth grinding, and now they darkened even more. "Of course we could," Kansas said. "What do you think, princess? Do you want your two best knights to help you?"
Aika laughed, her sweet voice ringing like a pure bell. She held out her hands imperiously to Kansas and Erion, and Willow let her go with a smile for the young lovers.
"Mine," she informed the room, the English word decisive.
They seated themselves around the table, Satoshi very happy to see that Sand was a suitable distance from Taro, although Sand still regarded Taro with a slightly predatory gleam in his eyes.
Yuji caught Sand's sudden focus on Taro, and had to bite back a snicker as he realized that Taro would have entirely the wrong idea about what that look meant, and Taro's discomfort at being admired by a foreigner was even better than if he knew the truth. Yuji was not sure what Taro had done to piss Sand off, but Yuji knew damned well that Sand was feeling more than a little homicidal at the moment, and Yuji could not help hoping that Taro would somehow manage to screw up and let that perfect facade slip.
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Sand had supervised the clothing for Vale and Erion, especially after Vale had told him about meeting Yuji's family previously. Sand knew full well that clothing in social situations spoke volumes, and this was a battlefield he knew well. That was precisely how he approached this dinner, as a battle of wits and words and manners, and he prepared with his usual attention to detail.
The three elves wore suits from Armani, elegant and understated, the cut of the fabric exquisite. Sand wore charcoal grey, while Vale wore black, and Erion an indigo blue. Their shirts were the finest Egyptian cotton, as smooth as silk. Sand's was a pale grey the color of fog, while Vale's was snow white, making his skin look even more golden. Erion's shirt was the palest of blues, just a hint of color. Sand had insisted on ties as well, over Erion's protests, and even those were chosen with great care. Sand wore an amethyst silk tie, and his tie pie was also an amethyst set in platinum. Vale's tie was emerald green, deep and rich, and his tie pie was a cabuchon emerald set in gold. Erion's tie was a silvery grey, the silk seeming to shift color slightly as he moved, and his tie pin was a cabuchon moonstone, its depths as mysterious as the young elf's eyes. They all wore dress loafers of the finest leather, polished to a mirror-like gloss, with delicate tassels, and their socks were black silk.
Standing in the entryway to Norio-sama's home, and feeling the cold waves of disapproval from the man, Sand was grimly pleased by his preparations. He had greeted Norio-sama with all due respect, and although he had expected the rebuff, it stung when he saw Erion's face fall slightly. Sand also felt a surge of outrage when he saw how stiff Willow was, and how ill at ease she seemed. Even the children were greeted coldly, Ryuu adorable in his suit, and Aika the image of a small princess in her beautiful dress and matching patent slippers which she carefully left by the door in imitation of the adults. Hikaru was awake in his portable car seat, his wide green eyes taking everything in, silent in the face of the tension in the adults. Hideko and Tsutomo had not yet arrived, and Sand wondered briefly how they would be received.
When Sand was introduced to Taro and Naomi, and Taro barely bowed, Sand merely inclined his head slightly in return, arching an elegant eyebrow fractionally to show that he had registered the insult. He offered a silent prayer of thanks to the Seldarine a moment later, when he successfully managed to hide his reaction to the look Taro gave Satoshi, a dark and predatory look that made Sand's eyes darken. It did not help that Sand could feel Vale's anxiety, the blond elf not willing to show any disrespect for Yuji's sake despite the insults offered. Sand heard Vale say something in his nearly fluent Japanese, his tone respectful and pleasant, and Ayame said something in an icy tone, and Vale froze.
Sand cleared his throat very discreetly. "I do beg pardon," he began, his voice soft and deceptively polite. "I find I must apologize for my lack of fluency in your lovely language, and I beg your indulgence in requesting that we converse in English so that I might participate?" He watched Ayame stiffen slightly, torn between her desire to be rude to the presumptuous foreigner, and her role as a gracious hostess. The hostess won, but it was a narrow victory, and Sand smiled inwardly.
"I have been admiring your charming little home," Sand continued. "My lady mother would love the garden, and it would be easier to manage with less staff."
Vale looked over at Sand, the twinkle back in his green eyes. "How has Lady Eryn been? Remind her that if there is anything she requires from the Governing Council, she has only to use my name. My assistant has strict instructions to see to anything she needs done."
Sand smiled brightly at Norio and Ayame. "It always pays to have friends in positions of authority, does it not?"
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Sand kissed Yuji, laughing as he put the watch on. Vale snickered, and Sand pulled his elven husband in for a kiss as well. "We do not all live for the dawn, anoramin."
"Some of us do get up before noon, ithilamin," Vale replied, the love in his tone evident.
Then Vale looked at the last couple of presents on the table. He picked up the first one and handed it to Satoshi. It was hakama, a snow-white juban, and a a kimono with his kanji for the dojo, in his perfect size. Satoshi kissed Vale sweetly, delighted with the thoughtful gift. Then Vale handed the last box to Kansas.
"This seems oddly appropriate," Vale said with a smile. Kansas opened the box, and found charcoal sticks in every imaginable shade, ink blocks, brushes, tubes of watercolors, and pads of paper for charcoal and for watercolor as well as rice paper. It was all packed inside a traveling art desk, which even had a small bottle to hold water for the ink blocks.
Vale leaned back on the couch, curled against Yuji, knowing that he had one last gift to give, but that would keep until he and Yuji were alone tonight.
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Vale looked at the watch from Satoshi, and beamed, his face radiant. "It's gorgeous, mela en' coiamin." He put it on, admiring the gleam of the gold and the glitter of the emeralds, and kissed Satoshi lingeringly.
Sand caught Kansas in a tight embrace, kissing him sweetly. "This is perfect, my love. This is exactly what I need for the dojo, and I will think of you when I wear them." He held the imp close for a moment longer. "Thank you."
Vale held the simple silver frame, and looked at the charcoal sketch of Yuji holding him, and the tears began to roll down his cheeks as he looked at Kansas, his eyes wide. "Oh, alasse'amin, my joy, this is so very perfect." He laid the frame down carefully, and pulled Kansas to him, kissing him tenderly. "I remember that moment. It was the exact moment when I knew I was home. I love you, thank you." He gave a sob of pure joy as he hugged Kansas.
Sand reached over to the pile, and picked up the last of his gifts. He handed Erion a box, and the younger elf squealed as he pulled out a backpack filled with school supplies, exactly like Kansas carried. "It's perfect!"
Sand handed Kansas a small box, containing a Swiss Army diving watch, suitable for everyday. Then he handed Willow a delicate blue box, containing a necklace and kissed her forehead before she opened it.
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Erion stroked the drawing of the white tiger in awe, shivering a little as he thought about going back into Kansas's world to master the majestic tiger. But when he did...
"'Lokiamin, this is gorgeous. You drew this for me?" Erion kissed Kansas happily, his eyes shining. "I can't wait until I've earned the right to have this tattooed on my body!"
Then Kansas took Erion outside after handing him keys, and Erion's shriek could have woken the dead as he looked at the motorcycle. He flung himself into Kansas, wrapping his arms around Kansas's neck, and his legs around Kansas's hips as he dove into a kiss, plundering Kansas's mouth on the spot. When Erion finally came up for air, he looked at Kansas with such a radiant grin that Kansas laughed.
"Oh, I can't wait to learn how to ride it and get my license and everything, and I'm going to take you somewhere and we are going to fuck until we can't walk!" Erion crowed, and dove into another kiss until Sand stuck his head out.
"Aier, you might wish to let Kansas breathe, and there are yet more gifts," Sand called, laughing at the joy on the faces of the two young lovers.
Vale gave both Sand and Erion laptops, laughing when Sand teased him about not wanting to share his anymore. Sand gave Vale a pair of black leather pants, supple and sleek, that looked like they would appear painted on, and Vale shivered a little at the look in Yuji's eyes when he saw them.
Then Erion dove back into the pile, and shyly handed Willow a silk-wrapped box and then handed Satoshi a box wrapped in hand painted rice paper.
Willow opened her box, to reveal a dozen leatherbound journals, the blank pages begging to be filled.
Satoshi carefully opened the paper, not wanting to tear it, and opened the box inside to reveal a beautiful leather guitar case.
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Vale bit back a sob and looked up at Yuji, his eyes shining. "It's so beautiful, Yuji. I'll feel like the Emperor himself in something so beautiful." Vale threw his arms around Yuji and kissed him, tears trailing down his cheeks. "A'maelamin, it is the most perfect gift."
While Vale was reverently placing everything carefully back in the box to keep it protected, Erion jumped up and ran to the table. He picked up a few things and then returned to the group.
"Uncle Sand?" Erion handed Sand a small box wrapped in beautiful rice paper, and Sand opened it carefully to reveal a new iPhone.
Sand threw back his head and laughed, pulling Erion into a hug. "It is wonderful, aier. Now I will not need to bother Kansas anymore to borrow his."
Erion grinned and handed his next box to Vale, who opened it to pull out a leather frock coat, nipped in at the waist and flaring out over his hips.
"Erion! This is gorgeous," Vale said, hugging the young elf happily.
Then Erion walked over to Kansas, his silver eyes shining. "This is for you, 'lokiamin." He handed Kansas a small wrapped box shyly.
Kansas opened it carefully, and took out a leather case. Lifting the lid, he revealed a pocket watch in yellow gold with a long chain. The face of the watch was set with diamonds and sapphires, and a diamond and sapphire fob swung at the other end of the chain.
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Sand looked at the katana, his eyes tearing as he touched it reverently. Then he pulled Satoshi to him and kissed he passionately, not caring that everyone was watching.
"It is beautiful, cormamin, the most perfect gift, and I will use it with all the respect and care it deserves," Sand said, lifting it out of the box and stroking it lovingly. He drew it out part way, admiring the rippled steel of the blade, and feeling the perfect balance. It was a warrior's weapon, and Sand carefully slid it back into its sheath and laid it in the box. "One day, when I have mastered kenjutsu sufficiently, I hope you will honor me by allowing me to spar with you with this weapon."
Satoshi beamed, delighted that Sand was so pleased.
Vale stood up and crossed to the pile of presents, and carefully selected a box wrapped in a delicate silk scarf, which he brought over to Willow with a smile. "Happy New Year, lirimaer."
Willow smiled at the elf, and untied the scarf. Inside was a box from Christian Louboutin, and she opened it to reveal a gorgeous pair of high heeled boots just perfect for the Tokyo winter, as well as for driving her husbands insane.
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Everyone took turns hugging Yuji and kissing him, and then Vale urged him to sit and try the piano. Yuji wiped the tears from his eyes and sat on the bench, his fingers trembling as he caressed the keys before beginning to play. Satoshi gasped a little, tears forming in his eyes as he listened to the gorgeous music that Yuji coaxed from the piano. Sand wrapped an arm around Satoshi, and kissed his forehead. Erion grabbed Kansas's arm, his silver eyes wide and shining. Vale leaned into Willow, his heart leaping as he fell in love with Yuji all over again, remembering that moment at the vacation house when he had seen Yuji at the piano, angelic music tugging at him then as it did now. Aika clung to Vale, smiling as she listened, and Hikaru, snuggled in Willow's arms, was wide-eyed and entranced.
Yuji finally stopped playing after a few minutes, his eyes damp but his face radiant. "This is the perfect present. I can't believe you all did this, and I love you all forever."
"Just play for us," Satoshi said, his own tearstained face radiant. He and Yuji exchanged a long look, so many memories between them, and so much love.
It was Willow, slightly damp-eyed herself, who got them all moving. "Are we doing our presents in here? We need to get a move on. We do have plans for later."
Sand started off the present exchange, wanting to give Satoshi the gift he had found for him. He handed over the large box, his eyes shining as Satoshi opened it carefully to reveal a new electric guitar. "I hope it is the one you wanted, cormamin," Sand said.
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Vale was positively giddy as he greeted Kai, the Japanese flowing off his tongue easily. "I know, I'm a mess, but no one can do my hair like you can." He gave Kai a hug, his green eyes dancing.
Sand watched as Kai greeted his husbands, smiling at their enthusiasm, and at the easy friendship between them all. Then Kai noticed him, and hurried over, his eyes wide as he spoke rapidly, Kansas translating for Sand. Kai touched Sand's hair, running his fingers through the black silk of it, and offered Sand a chance to think about what he wanted to do, while Kansas offered suggestions until the door opened again and Erion raced in to fling himself into Kansas's arms, his silvery eyes wide with excitement. Sand looked at Satoshi, his face flushed with pleasure, and he crossed over to kiss his husband lightly before Kai swept Satoshi into a wild embrace.
Everything came to a crashing halt when Kansas lifted the helmet from Erion's head, and the young elf's silvery hair cascaded free. Kai looked like he had seen a miracle, and he touched Erion's hair reverently as Erion giggled.
"I told you it was moonbeam colored," Erion laughed. He gave Kai an impulsive hug, full of boundless energy, and then planted a wild kiss on Satoshi. "I love the bike! Kansas, we have to get one!"
"Alright," Kai said briskly, looking at the six men clustered in his shop. "Who's first?"
Vale hopped into the chair. "I want to go bother Cho as well, so can I go first?"
"Trust me, you're no bother to Cho," Kai laughed, and set to work on the blond elf.
Sand watched for a moment, and then waited until Satoshi was suitably distracted to catch Yuji's eye. "I want to surprise Satoshi. Could you perhaps translate?"
Yuji grinned and led Sand through the door to Cho's. "Hey, Cho," he called in English. "This is Sand, one of our new members of the family," he said when Cho hurried over. "Sand, meet Cho. She's done Satoshi's piercings, and Vale's as well."
Sand smiled at Cho. "I am glad to meet you. Vale has spoken of you fondly. I want to surprise Satoshi. I would like to have my tongue pierced, I think, and perhaps an additional piercing, if we could."
Cho grinned widely. "Surprising Satoshi, are we? Come right on in here, and let's see what we can do."
Back in Kai's shop, Vale had been trimmed, and while his hair was bleaching, Kai turned to see who was next. Yuji elected to get his hair trimmed, his usual one inch off, and Kai set to work, still thrilled to see Yuji so well and strong again.
Then it was time to get Satoshi trimmed, and bleach his hair, and Kansas as well.
"Hey, Kai," Kansas said. "This time, can we do one silver streak and the rest blue?"
Kai looked at Erion and then at Kansas, and smiled. "Of course we can."
Kai was busy and happy, dancing from one to another, back to Vale to set his color, and then to Kansas and Satoshi. Satoshi had decided on a change this time around. Instead of just coloring the tips of his hair, he had decided to do the top in amethyst, and leave his natural black underneath. Kai approved, and set about preparing Satoshi's hair for the color.
Erion was watching all of this with huge eyes. Kai looked over at the young elf and winked, working his magic with the ease of long practice. Kansas grinned at Erion.
"Are you going to get a trim, isilmeamin?" Kansas asked.
Erion nodded. "It's too long, and I want to have some color in it."
Kai looked alarmed. "Not too much color, baby. Your hair is too gorgeous as it is!"
"Maybe a few little strands of blue?" Erion pleaded. "I want blue for Kansas. And can you cut it to the middle of my back?"
Kai sighed. "Okay, but just a few strands. That hair is too marvelous, and I can't stand the thought of hiding it with lots of color."
Sand wandered back in, his eyes bright, and chuckled at his nephew. "I have to agree," he said, delighted to hear Kai speaking English.
Kai looked over at Sand. "Have you thought about what you want?"
"A trim, to be sure," Sand said. "Tell me, can you do something very subtle with my hair? Just a touch of color, something that might only show in certain light?"
Kai smiled happily. "I can and that's exactly what I'd have recommended for you, too. How short did you want to go?"
"Perhaps mid back," Sand replied. "Any shorter and it would feel like I was in mourning, which I most certainly am not." He shot Satoshi a quick glance, his eyes brimming with love, and Satoshi turned slightly pink as he smiled back.
Vale's color was done, and he danced out of the chair with a huge smile. "Kai, you are the best! It's perfect!" Vale hugged Kai and hurried over to Cho's shop, his beautiful green and gold hair swinging around his shoulders perfectly.
Cho greeted him with a hug. "Shopping for jewelry today?"
"Oh, that, and I want a couple of piercings, if you have time," Vale replied. "I want a tongue stud and a frenulum bar."
Cho's eyes widened slightly, but she led Vale to the room she used for her work. It did not take her long, and she looked at him when she was done. "No wild sex until that's healed, okay?"
Vale grinned. "I know, Cho." He kissed her cheek. "Now, some jewelry!" He selected a few pieces, including a captive ball ring for his cock, and a vibrating stud for his tongue. He paid Cho and hugged her again before heading back to Kai's shop, going to sit with Yuji. Leaning over, his mouth right next to Yuji's ear, Vale murmured, "My word is faarea. It means enough in elven, because I'm afraid that if I'm that far gone, I'll forget all my English and Japanese."
Yuji shivered just a little, looking at Vale with a combination of love and lust that made the elf weak-kneed.
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Pen Name: BronxWench
Story link: http://games.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600086441
Type of fic: Flash fic
Rating: Adult+
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Warnings: Anal, AFFO, ChallengeFic, HJ, M/M, OC
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Vale opened his eyes, and looked in the mirror, and his eyes widened. Around his neck was a thin leather collar in an emerald green, almost the exact shade of his eyes. In the front there was a gold o-ring, and to the right, a gold name plate with the kanji that Vale knew spelled his Japanese name. He knew, from the sensation when Yuji had touched him, that there was a buckle in the back, but the entire collar was so soft that the buckle did not rub at all.
Yuji had not told him that he could touch, so Vale kept his hands by his sides as he answered. "I accept. I am Akira, and you are my master, and I wear your collar proudly." His green eyes glowed with love and happiness as the words left his lips, and he knew that this was the moment he had hoped for since the first night he had let Yuji take control. He waited with perfect patience and love for his master's next command.
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It took Satoshi a few moments to regain his composure, and Sand merely held him, stroking his back and allowing his husband a chance to recover. When Satoshi lifted his head, taking off his glasses for a moment to scrub the back of his hand across his eyes, Sand just offered a small smile.
"I am so sorry, cormamin. I seem to have a tendency to touch on things that are painful for us both." Sand crossed to a vending machine, and purchased more bottles of tea, sorting through the bills in his billfold with more confidence. He came back and handed Satoshi a fresh tea, opening his and drinking a little. "We have all known tragic losses, it seems, and it does not get easier with time. We just get better at coping."
Satoshi lit another cigarette, drinking some of the tea gratefully. "Right after that was when I was hurt. Yori and I just understood each other after that. We didn't have to pretend with each other."
"I suppose one must be grateful that Kenji and Yori were able to keep their love alive." There was something sad in Sand's eyes, and then he smiled at Satoshi, a gentle smile. "If you are feeling ready, perhaps we should get home. I feel the need to hold our son, and kiss his cheek, and to live in the moment." Sand got into the car, and Satoshi got behind the wheel.
~ x x ~
Vale snuggled closer to Yuji, grinding his ass into Yuji's groin as he twisted a bit to slip a breath mint into Yuji's mouth. Yuji chuckled a little and gave his elf a light slap on the ass.
"Hikaru will be waking in a minute. We don't have time." Yuji chuckled again as Vale pouted a little.
"I just fed and changed Hikaru, and he's sleeping again." Vale wriggled around to face Yuji, nuzzling in for a kiss as his fingers slid into Yuji's hair to stroke his ear. He pressed his hard cock into Yuji's thigh, bucking his hips a little to rub it against the hard muscle of his husband's leg. His green eyes sparkled as he felt Yuji's cock against his belly, as hard as his own.
Yuji growled a little, but he nipped at Vale's lower lip before plundering the willing mouth that pressed so sweetly against his, feeling Vale's nipple rings brush against his nipples. Vale moaned happily into the kiss as Yuji's hands moved down to grab his ass, squeezing the pert cheeks.
They broke apart for a moment, Vale's lips already a little swollen from the searing kiss, and Yuji looked into his elf's bright eyes. "You're such a little cockwhore lately." Yuji nuzzled Vale's ear, making the elf gasp.
"But only for you," Vale murmured, rubbing his cock against Yuji's cock. "I'm your cockwhore."
"Mine, eh? Then turn over and put that sweet ass in the air for me," Yuji growled, and Vale complied eagerly, his torso pressed against the bed, his ass raised and his legs parted to reveal the tight pucker. Yuji reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube, smearing a little on Vale's asshole and working it in a little roughly with his thumb. The cold lube made Vale moan, and Yuji gave the inviting ass a stinging slap, watching the skin redden a little. Yuji pushed himself between Vale's legs and pressed the head of his cock against the slick muscle and pushed in, sinking himself to the hilt on his first thrust.
Vale howled into the bedcovers, his hips bucking as he shoved backwards into Yuji's cock, his own cock leaking precum. Yuji grabbed a handful of gold and green hair, and yanked Vale upright, rocking his hips to withdraw a little before slamming his cock back into that tight ass. Vale mewled, his head falling back against Yuji's shoulder and his fingers tugging on his own nipple rings, pulling and twisting as Yuji began to punish Vale's ass with strong thrusts.
"Let me see you play with your cock," Yuji ordered, his voice stern, and Vale wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking firmly and dragging his thumb across the weeping head on every upstroke. Yuji gripped Vale's hip with his free hand, the other wrapped around the elf's slim waist and he proceeded to fuck Vale hard, pounding his prostate as Vale mewled and ground himself down onto Yuji's cock.
It did not take long for Yuji to start to feel himself approaching release. Vale's wanton moans and his utter compliance with Yuji's orders were a potent combination, and Yuji turned his head so that he could reach the long throat laid so invitingly open. Vale shifted to give Yuji better access, and Yuji bit at the sweet pale flesh, sucking hard until he could taste the metallic tang of blood. Yuji licked where he had bitten, knowing the mark would be livid for at least the next couple of days and also knowing that the sight of it would rouse Vale even more than it did him.
Vale's breathing was a little ragged and he worked his cock faster, his green eyes fluttering closed as he let out a howl, cum spattering his chest and belly. His ass gripped Yuji's cock like a velvet vise, and Yuji sank his teeth in Vale's shoulder as his balls drew up sharply. It felt like magma when he came, his cum even hotter than the hot ass it was filling, and Vale howled against, writhing against Yuji and milking every last drop of cum from him.
They collapsed onto the bed in a boneless heap, Vale shivering as his ass clenched and unclenched a few more times. Yuji eased his cock out of Vale's ass, and turned the elf around to face him, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.
"You're going to be the fucking death of me," Yuji muttered, his perfect eyes bright with love.
Vale's green eyes were equally bright. "Can you think of a better way to go?"
Yuji started to laugh. "Not at the moment," he admitted, and Vale sighed happily and nestled closer.
They lay curled up together for a few minutes longer, Yuji stroking Vale's silky hair. Then Yuji gave Vale another light smack on the ass.
"Aren't we supposed to go see Kai today, and get our hair done before the holidays?" Yuji grinned as Vale's face lit up, but then Vale's expression changed, the elf looking uncharacteristically uncertain.
"I was thinking, Yuji, that while we're there, I might stop and see Cho," Vale began hesitantly.
"Is this about the tongue stud? You know that's fine with me," Yuji said reassuringly, amused by Vale's sudden desire for approval.
Vale took a deep breath. 'I know that, a'maelamin. I was thinking about another piercing, a barbell right here." Vale indicated the shaft of his cock, right below the cleft at the back of the head. He looked up at Yuji, his green eyes utterly serious. "What do you think? I won't do it if you don't like it."
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"It is one of the things that I cherish about Satoshi." Sand smiled as he watched the younger men, chattering and eating non-stop. "He has a healer's soul." Sand deftly lifted a small bite of rice to his mouth, still marveling at Satoshi's appetite, considering how he had woken.
Across from them, Yori shifted in his seat, and then whined, "Watashi no o shiri ga itai." Satoshi giggled and the two younger men were off again, their Japanese far too rapid for Sand to catch more than a word or two. Still, Yori was far more relaxed in Sand's presence than he had been at first, and Sand loved seeing Satoshi so engrossed in their conversation. In time, Sand knew he and Satoshi would find many shared interests themselves, but right now he was still learning about Satoshi's world. The training with Kenji was a wonderful first interest that they could share, and Sand was genuinely looking forward to mastering a new discipline.
Satoshi and Yori were still chattering, and Yori made one of those small gestures. As Satoshi shifted in his seat to reach the dish, he winced a little and moaned, "Watashi no o shiri ga itai." Sand quirked an elegant eyebrow, recognizing the phrase even if he did not understand it, but Satoshi ignored him and kept chattering.
Kenji smirked a little. "They are complaining, Sand-san. They are saying 'My ass hurts'," Kenji explained, and Sand smiled wickedly at the two younger men.
"Really? I do not recall hearing complaints last night, Kenji-san." Sand paused for a moment, watching the most delicious shade of pink creep up over Satoshi's cheeks. "Or this morning, for that matter."
Kenji chuckled, reaching for his tea. "I didn't hear any complaints myself, unless you count 'More, harder, faster' as complaints."
It was Yori's turn to color a bit, and the two younger men squirmed a bit in their chairs, which only made them gasp a little and start giggling again as Satoshi squeaked, "Itai."
The teasing was done with such love, though, and Satoshi and Yori looked quite pleased with themselves as they finished devouring their meals.
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Sand tugged off his boots, eying the delectable leather-clad ass that swayed so enticingly in front of him. "Satoshi, cormamin, turn around."
Satoshi got his second shoe off and turned, looking at Sand with a wide-eyed look that sent shivers up Sand's spine. Sand stepped closer, and then bent slightly to hook his arms under Satoshi's ass and lift him, Satoshi's arms wrapping around Sand's shoulders as his legs wrapped around Sand's hips. Sand latched on to Satoshi's sweet mouth, plundering that tight little cavern and nibbling on his pierced lower lip with a soft growl, feeling Satoshi's cock pressing against him through the supple leather.
Sand carried Satoshi over to the bed, still kissing him, and sat him on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of his husband with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Satoshi moaned a little as Sand murmured something under his breath, his fingers dancing down the buttons of Satoshi's shirt. Sand peeled the shirt off, tossing it aside and dropping his deft fingers to the waistband of Satoshi's tight leather pants. He slid them down just past Satoshi's hips, and then peeled back the skimpy boxers with another soft growl. As Satoshi watched, Sand slid his mouth over the head of Satoshi's cock, and Satoshi yelped as he felt something hard rub against the cleft under the head.
Sand released the head with a soft pop and looked up, sticking the tip of his tongue out to reveal a stud. "Transmutation, cormamin, not a real piercing, but it will do."
Sand fell back on Satoshi's cock eagerly, running the stud up and down the slit at the top before sliding it down along the underside of the shaft, dragging a wanton mewl from Satoshi. Sand kept sliding down, relaxing his throat as he worked the stud along Satoshi's cock until his nose was buried in the soft black curls at the base. Now Sand hummed lightly as he swallowed hard, and Satoshi howled, feeling the tight muscles of Sand's throat ripple along his cock. Sand's fingers cradled Satoshi's sac, massaging gently, and one finger pressed firmly on the tender flesh just behind the sac. Satoshi howled again, that finger working his prostate, the tongue relentless. Sand's free hand crept up to tug and twist a nipple ring, and Satoshi screamed, his balls tightening sharply as he spilled his cum into Sand's eager mouth.
Sand swallowed each thick spurt, his fingers working on the buttons of his own silk shirt which followed Satoshi's onto the couch. Satoshi's hips were still bucking weakly as Sand drew back, releasing his cock with a soft pop and peeling off his tank top as he moved up to kiss Satoshi. Satoshi reached out, his eyes dark with lust, and opened the waistband of Sand's jeans. freeing his thick cock and moaning as the elf skinned off his jeans and boxers.
"Turn around, my heart," Sand murmured, and helped Satoshi to stand before bending him over to brace himself on the bed. Sand ran his hands along Satoshi's strong thighs, still wrapped in the supple leather of his pants, the sweet globes of his ass nicely in the air.
"So beautiful," Sand murmured. "Shall I leave those leathers on you? Mmm, I think I shall." Sand dug in the shopping bag that Satoshi had tossed on the couch and found the lube. Then Sand bent over again, running his stud embellished tongue over the tight pucker of Satoshi's ass, and Satoshi shivered at the sensation. Sand's tongue circled lazily, and then returned to probe at the muscled ring, pressing in, the stud teasing the tender flesh. Satoshi mewled, his hips pressing back to try and take more of Sand's tongue within him, one of Sand's hands reaching around the imp to toy with his nipple ring.
"I've wanted to do this all night," Sand murmured, taking a last lick before lubing his fingers and sliding one past the spit slick hole. "I wanted to take you, and bend you over a table, and peel down these tight pants, and bury my cock in your ass."
Satoshi shivered, the combination of Sand's words and the feeling of his finger arousing him all over again. Sand added a second finger, thrusting them in as far as they could go, and then hooking them on the way back out, teasing Satoshi's prostate and feeling him quiver. Satoshi was moaning quietly, bucking his hips against Sand's thrusts, and his moans got louder as Sand added a third finger, stretching the tight muscle gently, easing the way.
"I love how tight you are," Sand said, thrusting a little more firmly. "I want to feel that sweet tightness around my cock, my heart. Are you ready for me?"
"Fuck," Satoshi gasped, his ass pressing backward. "I've been ready all day. So fucking hot with your sword..."
Sand chuckled. He pulled his fingers out of Satoshi's ass, admiring how his hungry little pucker gaped eagerly, and he quickly lubed his cock, pressing the head against the relaxed muscle. Sand leaned in, and the head pressed in as Satoshi's moan increased in volume. "Oh, but I'm in no hurry, my heart. I'm going to take my time, and I'm going to enjoy feeling you, so hot and tight around my cock. I'm going to fuck you slow, and sweet, and after I cum, we will eat the sandwiches you bought, and drink some tea, and then we will fuck again, until we have no voices left with which to scream."
Sand pressed his thick cock forward, slow and easy, a groan escaping his lips as he slid into the delicious heat of his husband's ass. He slid in until his balls rested snugly against Satoshi's ass, his thighs pressed against Satoshi's leather clad thighs. Sand leaned forward, draping himself across Satoshi's back, letting Satoshi adjust to his girth as he bit and sucked a love bite into the back of Satoshi's shoulder, working the tender flesh until the mark was suitably livid.
"Mine," Sand murmured, and trailed a line of paler bites down Satoshi's back, licking where he had bitten, Satoshi's little shrieks of pleasure at each bite music to Sand's ears. He straightened up again, and pressed his groin against Satoshi's ass more firmly. Satoshi howled happily and pressed backward, and Sand gripped his hips firmly and pulled back. Satoshi mewled, and Sand slid forward again, slowly, taking his time. Sand reached around, feeling Satoshi's cock, already half hard, and he chuckled wickedly.
"So eager tonight, are we? I am as well, but you are too delicious to take quickly." Sand kept up his languid pace, feeling the heat growing slowly in his belly and enjoying the leisurely build-up. "You were so beautiful tonight," he informed Satoshi. "You and Yori, dancing together, you were breathtaking. So many others watched you as well, but I knew I would be the one to love you tonight, my husband, my heart."
Satoshi shivered, listening to Sand somewhere between the feeling of those slow, sure strokes across his prostate and the feeling of being filled by Sand's cock until he could hold no more.
"I spent all night wanting you, thinking about how you would feel around me, wanting to taste you on my tongue." Sand pulled back and paused, and Satoshi mewled a little. "Do you know, you are even more wonderful each time we love? Each time it is new, and even sweeter." Sand thrust forward again, slowly increasing the pace of this thrusts, pounding Satoshi just a little harder with each thrust, and making Satoshi howl with pleasure.
Sand threw his head back, a groan escaping him as he felt the heat building faster now, coiled in his belly and waiting for release. Sand thrust harder, his breathing a little ragged now, and he tightened his grip on Satoshi's hips. Sand's balls tightened, and he screamed as he came, his cum feeling ragingly hot as he emptied himself into Satoshi's tight ass, letting that sweet passage milk him dry as he shuddered.
Sand reached down, and carefully began to slip Satoshi's leather pants down over his trembling thighs. Satoshi whimpered a little and tried to hold on to them, but Sand stilled his hands. "I don't want to ruin them, my heart. They look so good on you, and I want to go dancing with you again in them."
Satoshi relaxed, and let Sand skin the pants down until he could step out of them, Sand's strong arms supporting him. Then Sand carefully eased himself out of Satoshi's ass, letting his husband sag forward onto the bed. Sand leaned forward and kissed Satoshi, and then went into the ensuite bathroom to moisten a cloth with warm water, returning to wash Satoshi lovingly.
Sand brought over the sandwiches Satoshi had purchased, along with the tea, and they set up a picnic on the bed, feeding each other bites of sandwich and stealing soft kisses between bites. The kisses grew more heated as they finished their impromptu meal, and Sand cleaned up hastily, feeling the desire building in him again and wanting to bury himself in his husband again.
Sand and Satoshi stretched out on the bed, Sand pushing Satoshi on his back gently as his tongue danced over Satoshi's pierced nipples, his teeth tugging the steel rings. Satoshi writhed a bit, arching his back into the tugging, his hands fisting in Sand's hair as the elf sucked hard on one nipple, teasing the nub until it was as hard as a pebble before he switched his attentions to the other nipple. Satoshi was mewling again, his eyes glassy with pleasure, and Sand chuckled a little wickedly as he sat up, moving between Satoshi's legs and pulling those wonderful muscular thighs over his.
"I need you, cormamin. I need to be in you," Sand murmured, reaching for the lube again. He quickly slicked his cock, already rock hard again and weeping, and he positioned the head at Satoshi's pucker. "Can you take me again?"
"Yes, please," Satoshi whispered, and Sand pressed in, amazed at how tight Satoshi was. He leaned forward, feeling those strong legs wrap around his hips, and he swiped his tongue across Satoshi's pierced lip, tugging the piercings with his teeth before plundering that tight little mouth again. Then he slid strong arms around Satoshi, lifting him up so that Satoshi was seated on his thick cock, Sand's balls snug against his ass, and Satoshi brought his legs underneath him. Sand smiled, rocking his hips a little to grind himself against Satoshi, and then letting Satoshi set the pace.
Satoshi howled a little as he found his angle, raising himself and then slamming down on Sand's cock, pounding his prostate with every thrust. Sand moaned with the pleasure of feeling Satoshi's ass impact his things and belly, and he reached down to wrap deft fingers around Satoshi's cock, stroking in time to the powerful thrusts. Sand bucked his hips as well, pressing himself in as hard as he could, loving the look of utter abandon on Satoshi's face as he rode Sand. Sand could feel Satoshi's cock, hard and so close to spilling, and he knew he was as close himself, his balls already aching with the need to empty themselves.
"Poldoramin," Satoshi howled, his face flushed bright red, and then he spilled, his cum spattering Sand's face as the elf bent forward to try and catch the thick ropes in his mouth. Satoshi's ass clenched spasmodically, clamping tightly around Sand's cock, and Sand threw his head back, a scream tearing loose as his balls drew up and he came almost as hard as the first time, more cum that he thought possible filling Satoshi's ass.
Satoshi's arms went around Sand, and Sand wrapped his own arms around Satoshi, and they rocked together for a few moments, both shivering as they felt their heartbeats begin to slow down again. Satoshi turned his head and licked a bit of cum from Sand's cheek, and the elf turned his head to kiss Satoshi, a sweet and passionate kiss that held all his love for his beloved imp.
Finally, Satoshi was able to move enough to ease himself off Sand's now flaccid cock, and they curled up together on the bed, Sand stroking Satoshi's cheek, brushing away a few stray tears of pleasure that had beaded on the thick black lashes. He feathered kisses over Satoshi's swollen lips, smiling as Satoshi rubbed his pierced lower lip over Sand's mouth. Sand brushed a few strands of sweat damp hair off of Satoshi's forehead, murmuring, "Watashi wa anata o aishite, I love you, my Satoshi."
"Amin mela lle. I love you, my Sand." Satoshi snuggled closer, the exercise of the day, both on the practice ground and on the dance floor, taking its toll as his eyes fluttered closed. Sand cradled him, his heart at peace, and let himself slide into reverie.
-
Sand walked with Kenji over to the bar, somewhat overwhelmed by Kenji's offer. "I would be honored to be your student, sensei, and I assure you that I will not shy from training, no matter how rigorous. And after seeing you and Satoshi today with your katana, I am most intrigued by that discipline as well. I will also try and perfect my Japanese quickly." Sand flashed Kenji a bright smile. "I intend to take citizenship here, and make my home with Satoshi."
"Good, and it's just Kenji-san unless we're training," Kenji said firmly. "That means you really will commit to being my student. I don't like wasting my time." He turned to the bartender and spoke in rapid Japanese. "And maybe you can talk to my stubborn nephew about taking his proper rank."
Sand chuckled a little. "Oh, rest assured that I am on your side in that."
The bartender put four bottles of beer on the bar and Kenji handed him money with a nod. They each took two bottles of beer and walked back over to the table slowly.
"So tell me, Sand-san, what do you do?" Kenji asked.
Sand looked a bit startled, and then laughed. "At this point, I am mostly a scholar, although I have what I am told is an unfortunate habit of finding dusty ruins in which to poke around. But we learn so much by studying the past."
"The past defines us," Kenji agreed. "But it should not limit us to the point where we can't grow."
Satoshi looked at them, and then leaned in and said something to Yori which made Yori duck his head with a small laugh that he hid behind his right hand.
"If you two are going to get serious on us, then it's time to go dancing," Satoshi said, and Yori seemed in agreement.
Sand felt his pulse quicken at the prospect of dancing with Satoshi, and seeing his husband move in those tight leather pants. He thought back to the night at the bar, when they had been on the vacation, and the dancing he had done with Wench, and he wondered if it would be the same. He leaned down to give Satoshi a kiss after handing him his beer, stroking Satoshi's cheek lightly.
"We had best drink up, then," Sand murmured, glad himself that their bond was not open at the moment, since his thoughts had shifted to the prospect of seeing Satoshi dance and seemed intent on remaining there.
Sand was dazzled anew by the bright lights and bustle of the area as they walked to a dance club that the Japanese men assured him was perfect. Sand slipped his arm through Satoshi's arm, as much for the contact with his husband as to not get separated in the crowds of cheerful people. He was amused to see foreigners mingling freely with the Japanese locals, and he felt much less out of place. Vale had assured him that he would stop feeling like an outsider quickly enough, but Sand was still acclimating. He had done this often enough on his travels through Faerun, though, and he knew he would adjust quickly, especially once he had mastered the language. He did not have Vale's extraordinary charm to smooth things over.
The club was much louder than the bar, and busier, and Sand could not help the delighted smile that crossed his face. They found a small table that was unoccupied, and he went to the bar to get drinks. The bartender spoke excellent English, and Sand ordered a round of beers and sake, carrying everything back to the table on a lacquered tray along with a bowl of a savory snack mix.
The four men raised their sakes, and Satoshi grinned. "Kanpai!" They drained their sake and took swallows of beer, and then headed to the dance floor.
Satoshi was surprisingly uninhibited on the dance floor, writhing against Sand with a wicked gleam in his eyes, and Sand ground against him, letting the music fill him and make his hips sway as Satoshi kissed him with great passion. Sand returned the kiss eagerly, nibbling on Satoshi's pierced lower lip as he slid his groin across Satoshi's well filled out leather pants, feeling Satoshi's nipple rings press against his chest.
Kenji and Yori were dancing as well, and Sand hitched a breath at the picture they made, the slender young man undulating sensuously with his back to Kenji, sliding his swaying ass across his lover as he moved with fluid grace. Kenji's eyes were bright, and his cheeks flushed with desire as he danced with his beautiful lover, both of them lost in their own sweet world of movement and seduction.
But Sand had his own exquisite husband, and Satoshi had no trouble holding the elf's attention as he slid one hand teasingly across Sand's shoulder and down across his chest. Between seeing Satoshi demonstrate his mastery of the katana, and the wanton play on the dance floor, Sand was more than aroused and looking forward to ravishing Satoshi later on.
As Satoshi had requested, Sand had his bond closed, but the heat in his eyes was message enough, and Satoshi ground against Sand as he kissed him again, letting Sand know in no uncertain terms that Satoshi was just as aroused. Sand let one hand slide around to cup Satoshi's perfect ass, encased in smooth and supple leather, and it was all the elf could do not to groan aloud and plunder Satoshi's mouth right there. It was only his formidable will that kept Sand from dragging Satoshi to a dark corner and devouring his cock on the spot. When the music ended, Sand all but shuddered as he forced himself to step back a bit.
They returned to the table, and Satoshi and Yori went for more drinks, Yori's delicate cheeks flushed slightly and his beautiful tilted eyes bright. He said something to Satoshi in his soft voice and Satoshi laughed with such carefree abandon that Sand's heart soared to see his husband this cheerful and relaxed.
"This is truly most enjoyable, Kenji-san," Sand said, grinning and flicking his hair back carefully. "I look forward to more nights like this."
-
Sand looked over at Satoshi's uncle, his smile widening as Yori and Satoshi returned to the table with their drinks. Sand waited until Satoshi had seated himself before leaning over to kiss his husband softly, his eyes shining.
"I have been longing to do that all day, cormamin," Sand murmured, letting his forehead rest against Satoshi's for a brief moment. Then he sat back, one hand reaching out to hold Satoshi's hand. "I must thank you again, Kenji-san, for allowing me to use your practice arena today. It was an honor, and one for which I am humbly grateful. Your skill is truly remarkable. I studied for many years myself, but your mastery puts my poor efforts to shame."
Sand took a sip of his beer before continuing. "Sora was indeed a remarkable woman. She and my mother were fast friends, and indeed, she had the heart of a warrior. In my homeland, women train as do men in the use of the blade and the bow." Sand was careful to keep his comments in the past tense, remembering that the people of this world assumed she was dead, and not at the beginning of her years. He waited while his remarks were translated for Kenji's beautiful lover, wondering if it would be worthwhile to investigate some of the tomes he had brought with him to see if he could accelerate his mastery of Japanese. He felt rude excluding the quiet young man, and hoped his lack of Japanese would not cause Yori to remain so silent all night.
"So what do you think of this place?" Satoshi asked Sand, his eyes bright with mischief. "Not what you expected when we decided to go for a drink, was it?"
Sand chuckled. "Not at all what I expected, cormamin. It is a relief to be able to touch you without offending." Sand briefly tightened his grip on Satoshi's hand. Even in the dim light of the bar, it was apparent that the ring gracing Satoshi's left ring finger matched the one on Sand's left ring finger as he traced slim scarred fingers along the side of his beer.
Sand watched Kenji and Yori for a moment, seeing the tenderness between them and feeling a momentary sadness that the laws of this land did not permit them to marry, as he and Satoshi had done. The bond between them seemed deep and loving, and Sand wondered how they had met. Satoshi's family was proving to be a study in contradictions, but this certainly explained why Kenji had been so eager to train Satoshi, seeing the effects of his parents' rejection in the sensitive child. Sand opened his bond to Satoshi a little wider, sending forth a wave of love, and vowed to himself that Ryuu would never know an instant of such pain if he could help it.
Yori said something to Kenji in his delicate voice, and Kenji answered with a smile, and Sand marveled again at the tenderness between them. Then Kenji turned to Sand with a smile.
"That word you use when you talk to Satoshi, is that your language?" Kenji asked.
"Forgive me, it is," Sand replied. "I forget that I slip into my own tongue sometimes. It is an endearment that I have for my husband, and means 'my heart' since Satoshi is indeed that." Satoshi blushed a little, and Sand wondered if he had been somehow inappropriate, but Kenji's smile widened.
"I think you will make Satoshi happy for the rest of his days, Sand-san," Kenji chuckled.
-
Sand followed Satoshi to the bathroom, and they dove into the shower quickly, soaping each other's backs and rinsing off as quickly as they could before padding back down the hall to dress. Satoshi had anticipated going for drinks as well, and had packed clothing for both Sand and himself, but first he gave Sand a quick lesson in properly folding hakama. Sand was a quick study, and Satoshi nodded in approval as Sand folded his hakama neatly and carefully.
"That is very important," Satoshi told Sand. "Respect for the sensei, and respect for the uniform of the dojo."
Sand nodded, and then reached for the clothing Satoshi had packed for him. He slipped on the tight boxers, and then the ass-hugging black jeans that he loved, and which Satoshi apparently loved as well. Sand undid his thick braid and quickly shook out his hair, the silky strands falling down his back. A thin white tank top followed, topped by a silk shirt in a deep sapphire blue, and Sand was ready. He turned around, and stopped, almost breathless as he looked at Satoshi.
Satoshi was wearing a pair of leather pants that clung to his muscular thighs, and hugged his sweet ass perfectly. He had opted not to wear a tank top or t-shirt, instead wearing a thin fitted cotton shirt with safari type pockets and shoulder epaulets in a bottle green that made his skin glow golden. He blushed a little as he saw the heat in Sand's eyes, but Satoshi's smile was radiant.
"You look so very beautiful," Sand said, and he leaned in and stole a quick kiss. Then he let Satoshi lead him off to rejoin his uncle.
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Sand retrieved his songsword and moved to the center of the practice ground. "I am not using the magic of the blade, nor am I using any other magic. That would be inappropriate." Sand waited until Satoshi was facing him. "You must attempt to penetrate my defense, cormamin, for my bladedance is a defensive style."
Sand and Satoshi bowed to each other, and Sand immediately moved into the opening steps of his dance, his sword seeming to effortlessly counter all of Satoshi's attacks. Still, Satoshi was a master as well, and each failure revealed more to Satoshi about how Sand's style worked. The bladedance depended on magic as much as the sword, and without the offensive magics to supplement the defensive blade, openings began to reveal themselves to Satoshi's trained eye.
The two men were beautiful to watch, though, each moving with a fluid grace and elegant economy, no move wasted. Satoshi, although unused to a double-edged weapon, quickly learned how to take advantage of its capabilities, and the melody of his blade wove in with the melody of Sand's blade, the resulting song even more hauntingly beautiful. Sand's defense was precise and fluid, and he was able to adjust the dance as Satoshi adapted to its weaknesses. They were well matched, both masters of their own disciplines, and Ishikawa watched in approval as both Sand and Satoshi concentrated fully on the match.
Finally, Sand's defense could no longer withstand Satoshi's determined offense, and Satoshi's songsword slipped past Sand's, its point coming to rest lightly against Sand's collarbone. Sand immediately lowered his sword, his eyes shining as he looked at his husband.
"The win is yours, cormamin." Sand bowed to Satoshi, and then moved to the fountain to water his blade and wipe it carefully before sheathing it.
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BW arched her back, her head falling onto Fury's shoulder as her eyes closed in bliss. She could feel Fury's hot breath against her ear, and she turned her head slightly, exposing her throat and inviting him to taste. It was an invitation he was all too eager to accept, his teeth scraping across her skin as he bit and then suckled the tender flesh beneath her jaw. BW purred in approval, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick at her lower lip and revealing a cabuchon ruby ball stud.
Fang was equally intent on plunder, his teeth tugging on one delicate gold nipple ring as BW rocked her hips, feeling the cocks inside her shift and slide with an intoxicating rhythm. This was exactly what she wanted, two equally delicious men intent on driving her to the point of screaming oblivion. If only she could actually shift, and soar as high as her wings could bear her, and then plummet Earthward in a reckless dive as they spilled within her.
BW realized something was tickling her nose, and she wriggled a little, trying to avoid whatever it was. The wriggling merely sent a sudden wave of electricity up her spine, and as she arched even more, Fury took the opportunity to plunder her mouth as Fang slid a rough thumb over her clit, making BW buck and forget everything for a moment.
BW broke the kiss, sucking in a deep breath, and the urge to sneeze returned. She turned her head quickly, hoping to the hells that this was not going to be one of those sneezes. Fang and Fury had picked up the pace, distracting BW once again, and then it was too late to worry as she felt the heat that had been building in her belly pushing her inexorably closer to what promised to be a shattering orgasm.
That was when she sneezed, and a gout of flame erupted, washing over the table where Kagome sat with her conquest.
Oh, fuck, BW thought. It was her last coherent thought for several minutes as the sneeze finished what Fang and Fury had begun, and BW screamed in ecstasy as she surrendered to a momentary oblivion, her nails digging deeply into Fang's shoulders.
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Sand bowed deeply, holding his bow as was proper. His sword was sheathed still, but he had not fastened the belt around his waist, instead holding it in both hands as he bowed. Then he straightened after what felt like a long enough period to show his respect, and entered the training ground, his slim bare feet barely disturbing the hard packed dirt. The arrangement was remarkably similar to an elven training ground, and Sand carefully laid his sheathed sword on the table. He tugged a thin leather lace loose from the scabbard, and pulled his long back hair back into a thick braid, binding the end with the leather lace before approaching the fountain. He saw a bamboo dipper, and filled it, turning away to pour a little water over each hand in turn, careful not to let the water from his hands fall back into the fountain and despoil it. Then he unsheathed his songsword, laying the scabbard gently back on the table, and using the remaining water to clean his blade as he murmured, "Corellon, guide my hand."
Sand moved lightly to the center of the training ground and bowed again to Ishikawa and Satoshi, his sword held lightly in his right hand. He straightened again and raised his sword, holding in front of his face as he breathed in and out, centering himself. Then he launched into the first intricate steps of a bladedance, each movement precise and graceful. The style was primarily a defensive style, designed to allow an arcane spellcaster like Sand the time and space to launch a magical attack. This bladedance was one Sand knew as well as breathing, one of the first he had mastered to the level where it no longer required thought. His body simply knew where it had to be, allowing his mind the freedom to focus on his spells. As he moved, the air moving through the delicate pattern of holes in his sword's blade sang an ethereal melody, and Sand seemed slightly insubstantial to Satoshi and Kenji as they watched.
Satoshi caught his breath a bit as he watched Sand move through the steps of his bladedance. If it was not for the bare sword in his hand, it could have been a court dance, graceful and fluid. The blade's song kept perfect time with Sand's movements, and Satoshi could see no openings in the defense Sand created. His eyes widened slightly as he watched his husband, seeing the elegant elf in yet another light. It struck Satoshi as he watched that Sand had tied his hair back, his gracefully pointed ears on full display. Satoshi was so accustomed to the sight after the time in Evereska that he had not noticed, but he knew his uncle would not have missed it. His uncle missed nothing, as his raised eyebrow indicated.
Kenji leaned over to Satoshi, as Sand entered the final movements of his dance, his blade nearly a blur. "You know, if I hadn't known Sora, I wouldn't believe a thing I'm seeing, not a bit of it. But... I guess I'm as crazy as she was."
It was Sand's turn to arch an elegant brow as he finished, his sword upright in front of his face, not even breathing hard. He lowered his sword and bowed again, low and graceful, and held the bow, awaiting the sensei's verdict.
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Satoshi giggled a little. "Sand, this is my uncle, Ishikawa Kenji, my mother's younger brother. Otooji-san, this is Sand Iradil, my husband."
Sand looked at Ishikawa for a long moment, and then he smiled one of his radiant smiles. "My intentions, Ishikawa-sensei, are to make your nephew as happy as possible for the rest of his days. As his husband, that is my proper duty. Would it be appropriate for me to say that I am honored to meet my husband's esteemed uncle?"
"It is very appropriate, and I am honored to meet the man that can make him smile like that again. Welcome to my home and to my family." Ishikawa's tone grew warmer as he added, "Those are very honorable intentions, and I hope he'll make you as happy."
Sand felt a quick wave of relief, glad that he had judged the situation correctly. It was difficult for him to hide his feelings for Satoshi, and he was proud to call him husband. It made it easier when he could be open about how he felt. Sand looked at Satoshi and let his love show in his smile and in his eyes.
"I am happier than I ever thought possible," Sand said, and his voice echoed his sincerity. "I do apologize for my graceless inability to speak your language. I intend to remedy that as soon as possible, since we will make our home here. While it is very different from my homeland, there are many things I find most gracious and appropriate here." He smiled again, his eyes bright. "Your home is both elegantly beautiful and remarkably serene. I am most curious, though, about the area outside, bounded by the low railing. It looks quite like the practice grounds where I was taught to wield a sword."
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