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- 1-Over Worked
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Warnings: Yaoi, sex... all that jazz.

Disclaimer: I don’t own them... because if I did, I would have more than just a crappy piece of
fan fiction of this.

Overworked

Being a ghost could really suck Kanau decided, trying to push the sleeves of his silk blouse
farther up his arms to keep the satiny fabric dry. Firstly, no one could see him, well, almost no
one, this also meant that no one could talk to him. The water sloshed and left a dark, wet spot on
his white, frilly apron. Kanau sighed, now he would be angry that Kanau had gotten his precious
outfit wet... again.

It’s his fault for making me wear this while doing housework.

With another sigh, the ghost shook his head and went back, from staring at his dampened
clothing, to scrubbing a bowl. The worst part was that his spectral form didn’t allow him to feel.
Except that... he felt exhausted from cooking and cleaning all day. That’s right, being trapped in
this shrine let hm feel again, although feeling the joys of manual labor was not exactly what
Kanau had imagined his afterlife to be. Neither was cross-dressing to please a sex-crazed priest.
No, he had thought his life after dying would have been enjoyed with his senpai, but now was not
the time to reminisce; he had to finish the dishes, and then clean the bathroom before dawn. His
shoulders were voicing their complaints about the work with insistent and painful stabs. No, this
was not what he had thought at all. Kanau closed his eyes, it was late, that much he knew, late
enough that everyone would be asleep in their beds if he went to look; Mikuni in his room, and
Hasunuma with Mitsuo in his arms. As much as he loved the antics of those two other residents
of the shrine, seeing them together still brought jealousy creeping into his heart. If only... Now
was still not the time for that game. That game would only bring back emotions which would
hinder his cleaning.

He stiffened as a pair of rogue hands came to rest on his skirt-clad hips. Something wet was
making its meandering way down his neck, and one of the hands was moving towards his bum.
Kanau let the dish in his hands drop into the soapy water that filled the sink.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” the ghost was too tired for the priest’s playfulness.

“How could I be when my little maid was up and about; you think much too loudly Kanau.”

“Look, if you don’t stop, I’ll never be able to finish the cleaning. It’s late and I’m exhausted.”

“I know.” Mikuni’s hands groped their way up to his servant’s shoulders, trying to undo the
knots his slave-driving had caused. Kanau was relaxing slowly, bit by bit. The massage did feel
wonderful. Usually he was the one to give these to his master, and it felt nice to be on the
receiving end.

“Why don’t you put off the chores and come to bed with me,” and with that, Mikuni picked
up his maid and carried him bridal style through the hallways to the bedroom, kissing him every-so-often along the way. Kanau was too tired to put up a fight, too tired to struggle and to escape
from the priest who was engaging his mouth in lazy combat, or trying to. He was even too tired
to do much else than let Mikuni’s tongue have it’s way within his mouth. The ghost wasn’t
paying much attention when he was set on the bed in Mikuni’s room and promptly straddled by
the priest.

“So I’m too tired for chores, but not for this?”

The muttered remark was chosen to be ignored by the other wise occupied Mikuni. Kanau
knew what was expected of him by his ‘master’ when it came to this. The priest’s lips pressed
onto his, and the ghost’s parted obediently, Mikuni’s tongue needing no time to begin slowly and
tantalizingly, ravishing the specter’s. Kanau’s mouth was thoroughly violated, the invading
tongue leaving no place untouched, though the kiss was cut short by a renegade yawn from the
ghost. It was late after all.

“Kanau, control yourself!” Mikuni feigned annoyance at his captive, and began undoing
Kanau from his clothing.

In mere seconds the ghost found himself wearing naught but his black feminine panties and
fishnet stockings, held in place by the lacy garters hugging his thighs. The dress flew somewhere
beyond the bed, and for some reason Kanau was amused by that. Maybe it was Mikuni’s
carelessness with the items he said would be the second death of the ghost if they were ruined
that brought a smile to his face. The upturning of lips did not go unnoticed by the priest, who
merely attributed it to the things his hands, and now mouth were doing to Kanau’s body.

One hand was stroking the ghost’s thigh in a soothing manner, calming the tired servant
while he was teased by his master. The other hand was gliding from chest to underwear, where it
promptly disappeared, at least partially, beneath the lacy black. A third hand found its way to
Kanau’s behind and began to... wait, three hands? The hand which had previously been on his
thigh had now moved, not that Kanau noticed or cared. Lips that had previously been used to call
upon God were now pressed to a white chest while the tongue that had formed the words of
prayers and blessings tortured the skin it licked. Each nipple was given proper holy homage by
Mikuni. Several languid licks, a nip or two, and then the priest’s mouth headed north, via a
weaving and wandering path, to find the mouth of the servant. There was, of course, a detour
when the older man’s tongue passed over the younger’s collar bone. Mikuni bit lightly on the
pale skin before returning his mouth to that of his partner’s.

Kanau was breathing heavily after the next few kisses the priest gave to him, which were
starting to lose their tender side as Mikuni’s passion began to surface.

“Mikuni...”

“Hmm?”

“Mikuni, you’re still wearing all your clothes” complained Kanau.

“Ah yes...” The priest suddenly going from sitting on his maid’s hips to sitting on the bed
beside the ghost, to standing next to the bed. This broke the routine the two had established with
their love-making, and it surprised Kanau. He found he didn’t know what to do with himself
now, with the loss of the weight from on top of him. The ghost also had to open his eyes, which
he had closed during Mikuni’s exploration of his body, to try and find where the priest had gone.
With a turn of his head, Kanau found the man he was searching for, and with some effort, got
himself in a sitting position on the bed with his arms behind him, holding him upright.

Mikuni didn’t say a word, he just looked at Kanau and placed one hand on his shoulder to
gently push him back to the bed. The ghost lay upright enough to watch Mikuni comfortably, the
priest had maneuvered him so he rested on a few of the pillows on the bed. The hand on Kanau’s
shoulder was removed so it could slide between the folds of fabric upon Mikuni’s chest. He
sensually began to divest himself for his servant, removing the thin sleeping robe slowly to tease
the ghost on the bed. The priest’s thin hands stroked his own flesh, caressing his muscles and
skin as the robe was tossed to the floor to romp around with the discarded maid’s uniform. Now
Mikuni was standing in all his glory before Kanau, the older man gave his cock a few luxurious
caresses, completing the strip sequence. The ghost began to sit up again as Mikuni came closer to
the bed to join his captive there. One pale arm snaked around the priest’s hips as the other came
to encircle the man’s erection. Ghostly lips planted butterfly kisses over the area of Mikuni’s
navel, then moved lower to take the proud cock into their warmth, however, a large yawn gained
the upper hand over him before he could do so. When the display of his exhaustion was finished
and Kanau went to continue with his nightly ritual of sucking off the priest, Mikuni stopped him.
The older, and larger, man practically pounced the ghost, sending them both sprawling back to a
new position. Though they were still lying on the bed, Kanau was now on top of his master.

The servant gave his master a questioning glance, but his confusion was ignored by Mikuni.
The priest used one hand, which was moved to the ghost’s shoulders, to pull the boy down on top
of him so their lips could join again. Mikuni’s tongue slowly traced his partner’s lips, sensually
drawing out the lazy movement before sucking on Kanau’s lower lip. The older man’s tongue
flicked into the opposite mouth quickly, before returning to thrust gently and begin a new kiss.
One hand grabbed several strands of silken hair as it contented itself to resting on the back of
Kanau’s neck; the other hand gripped the spectral ass beneath it in a hold which started off
gentle, but grew to a hard grope.

Kanau hardly noticed when both of his master’s hands were at his hips; the priest was
keeping him occupied with his mouth alone. The ghost only noticed slightly when the two hands
began to slide the black underwear down his thighs, but he did notice when one hand stealthily
wrapped itself around his erection. Kanau definitely noticed when that one hand began to gently
stroke his cock, at this point the kiss was close to being forgotten.

Moaning from the pit of his stomach, he broke the kiss and nestled his head between
Mikuni’s shoulder and neck. The hand of the priest, which was not busy pleasuring Kanau,
wrapped around the ghost’s shoulders in a passionate hug. Despite being pleasured senseless,
Kanau remembered his role and let his pink tongue slip out to lap at Mikuni’s neck in a gentle
caress. At long last the priest started to lose his control as a faint rose settled in his cheeks. The
younger man knew it would take a lot more to make his master do anything rash during their
coupling.

As suddenly as the last time, Mikuni switched their positions, easily rolling over so that he
was again on top. This maneuver caused the loss of the ghost’s undergarment, which came to rest
at the end of the bed. This time, however, Kanau was not in the frame of mind to know what was
going on. When the priest removed his hands from the ghost, Kanau protested with a tired sound,
a tiny little groan that was more inward than out, though Mikuni did notice it. It wasn’t long
before the fabled hands of the priest returned, only seconds actually, holding the miraculous
bottle of lubricant. Kanau never knew how the priest would always have one, no matter where
they were; the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, anywhere, it didn’t matter, Mikuni always
had lube. Most of the time, the ghost was in no state to question this power of the priest, not that
this time was an exception.

The bottle was quickly opened and some of the oily contents poured onto several of the
priest’s left fingers. His right hand took one of the many pillows on the bed and pushed it beneath
Kanau’s raised hips; the ghost knew the routine. Not long after the pillow was in place did the
first of Mikuni’s fingers slide deftly into his partner. After poking, prodding, and penetrating the
warm passage it was immersed in, the finger became lonely and the priest did not hesitate to
mention this to the ghost.

“Kanau, my finger is feeling very lonely,” he said softly, and wiggled the aforementioned
digit, “shall I add another so it’s not all by itself inside of you?”

“Please...” came the breathless reply.

The priest obliged and pushed another of his slippery fingers into the ghost. Now that the first
finger was no longer solitary, it soon lost all feelings of loneliness and began to enthusiastically
resume exploring with its new friend. When a third finger was added, the trio began to slowly
thrust into Kanau, bringing moans tumbling from the specter’s lips. Before the ghost could find
release, however, Mikuni halted his fingers’ movements.

“Kanau?”

“Mmmmhmmm?” The spirit opened one eye at the sudden halt, just slightly annoyed.

“What position should I take you in?”

“.... I don’t... nnnhh... know. You always choose!” Kanau could not believe it. This man had
several of his fingers in his bed partner, and when the ghost had been close to coming the older
man completely stopped everything and just sat there asking stupid questions.

“Since you’ve been working so hard lately, I’ve decided to let you choose! Take your pick.”
How could the priest be so calm in a time like this?

“I...” Pant. “Don’t...” Pant. “.... care....”

“Missionary.... no that’s boring... leap frog... arm chair... cow girl, but you’re not in the right
outfit for that... doggie style...” While listing the many options Kanau had to choose from, the
evil priest absent-mindedly began to wiggle his fingers, ‘accidentally’ brushing his servant’s
prostrate when each possibility was named.

“Mikuni! Just... something that... doesn’t... aaahh... make me.... work.... you damn... tease!”

“Alright, I’ll choose,” and with that, Mikuni withdrew his fingers from the ghost. He took a
minute to study his companion. Kanau had closed his eyes again, and his gasping breath was so
loud that Mikuni could hear each pant perfectly. The ghost was tired, and it was obvious enough
that the priest himself could finally tell.

“Kanau, am I working you too hard?”

Of course, it had to be now. Of all the times Mikuni had to choose to not be his self-centered,
sexually fiendish self, it had to be now. This man was the worst.

“Talk later, I need you now!” At least that was what Kanau had tried to convey with the moan
he let out.

“Oh, I’m sorry Kanau.” The priest was such a liar.

As if to make up for the time he had wasted by talking and thinking, Mikuni lifted his
partner’s hips and positioned himself at the ghost’s opening. The priest bent forward and
captured Kanau’s lips, starting a passionate kiss, and with one fast thrust the priest was entirely
enveloped by the heat of his servant. The same servant let out a gasp at the familiar feeling of
fullness. Mikuni was a master of his body and mind, especially in sexual situations. Even though
his erection was fully engulfed by the hot and unbearably tight passage of the ghost, the priest
stayed still, not moving a muscle other than to end the kiss he had been engaged in.

He smiled down at his hostage and ran his hand over Kanau’s cheek, his fingers lightly
brushing the flushed skin of the ghostly face.

“Kanau, open your eyes.”

The ghost did as was commanded of him. His eyes found those of the priest, passion and lust
met. Kanau could not take much more of the waiting. His heart was pounding in his head, and
with each throb the feeling of Mikuni’s cock inside of him became more intense. His own
arousal ached with each pounding heart beat; this was unbearable.

“What do you want Kanau?” Mikuni whispered, “What is your wish?”

The ghost was no longer thinking, only feeling the pent up desire pooling in his stomach
where it danced as liquid heat. The specter surprised Mikuni by wrapping stocking clad legs
around him, the ghostly ankles coming to rest and cross in the small of the priest’s back. Kanau
squeezed his legs tighter, pulling the priest deeper inside of him. Even this small movement felt
like the fire of a hundred suns.

Mikuni wrapped a devilish hand around the ghost’s erection.

“I’ll give you what you want.”

With those words the priest pulled out of Kanau, stroking the spectral cock in time as he then
inevitably thrust back in.

The moans Kanau released never seemed to end, one led to another in a string of soft sounds,
the chain linked to the movement of the priest. At first the older man’s thrusts were slow as the
priest took his time to penetrate and possess his servant as deeply and fully as possible.
Eventually even the famed Mikuni was over-come by passion, it drugged his senses as it had
already done to Kanau, and caused him to increase the rate at which he drove into the ghost.
However, the priest’s skill was still apparent as he was able to deeply penetrate his bed mate,
even with the increased speed of the thrusts.

Kanau was in a feverous state, he could feel nothing but the pleasure being driving into him,
and yet he felt each and every little thing acutely. He could feel the difference between when
Mikuni’s left had would bite into the flesh on his hip with trimmed finger nails and when it
would gently soothe away the previous pain it had caused, and he could definitely feel the
caresses bestowed upon his cock by the priest’s right hand. Each stroke brought him closer to the
edge, just as each thrust into his behind did as well, the two sensations working together to undo
him.

Even though everyone and everything seemed to be trying to forget it, the fact was, Kanau
was still exhausted from housework. This tiredness came back to haunt him continuously, and it
was the reason he could not be the bed partner Mikuni usually expected him to be. He had
yawned constantly, shirked his nightly duties, and even now, his fatigue kept him from holding
on longer to the pleasure. A bit sooner than usual did the ghost feel his orgasm rip through him.
Hot cum spurt from his cock as the boy came, along with the muscular spasms that helped
Mikuni to find release as well. It took a few more thrusts from the priest before he came,
releasing a jet of seed into the specter beneath him. Both men panted heavily, a web of sweat,
heat, and limbs.

- - -

Kanau could feel the pulse of his master as they lay there. His head was resting on Mikuni’s
arm and conveniently placed as to allow him to hear the priest’s heartbeat against his own
forehead; making it quite the cliché moment. The ghost was awake, even though he was tired
from working all day and from having sex all night. Indeed, the sun would be up entirely soon,
and then it would be back to cleaning with no sleep. At any rate, Kanau should have been sound
asleep to regain what little energy he could before the day began, but he was awake. Sleep was
avoiding him, and it was one of those times where there was little Kanau could do about it. All
the boy could do was lay there, entangled in limbs and sheets, and think. Perhaps that was what
was keeping him from finding slumber. His mind was awake, and his heart was fluttering in ways
it shouldn’t be. He was frightened at this dancing in his chest because it shouldn’t be there. Of all
the times, places, and persons, this was not the one for his heart to beat madly for; definitely not.

“Mikuni... I think I might be falling in love with you...”

There was no response besides the steady breathing of the older man, who curled a little bit
more around his servant. Kanau wasn’t quite sure if he was glad the priest had been deaf to his
confession.
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