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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-As the Smoke Clears
- 2-Smoke 2
- 3-Smoke 3
- 4-Smoke 4
- 5-Smoke 5
- 6-Smoke 6
- 7-Smoke 7
- 8-Smoke 8
- 9-Smoke 9
- 10-Smoke 10
- 11-Smoke 11
- 12-Smoke 12
- 13-Smoke 13
- 14-Smoke 14
- 15-Some 15
- 16-Smoke 16
- 17-Chapter 17
- 18-Smoke 18
- 19-Smoke 19
- 20-Smoke 20
- 21-Smoke 21
- 22-Smoke 22
- 23-Smoke 23
- 24-Smoke 24
- 25-Smoke 25
- 26-Smoke 26
- 27-Smoke 27
- 28-Smoke 28
- 29-Smoke 29
- 30-Smoke 30
- 31-Smoke 31
- 32-Smoke 32
- 33-Smoke 33
- 34-Smoke 34
- 35-Smoke 35
- 36-Smoke 36
- 37-Smoke 37
- 38-Smoke 38
- 39-Smoke 39
- 40-Smoke 40
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CHAPTER 12

"Hello again, Itsuke. Done with your counseling?" Hearing that all too familiar voice stopped Itsuke in his tracks.

Complicated emotions swarmed through Itsuke. Anger at the gorgeous man for making him talk to Takumi at all was one of his potent feelings. Confusion was almost as strong. It seemed Sadami found him every time he came to the psychiatric ward to see Leamas sama. Forgetting the attractive voice that haunted his dreams as much as Tak's face was proving impossible. Itsuke felt his pulse jump despite the flare of resentment he felt over the knowledge that Sadami would remind him of things he wished to forget yet again.

Hating his continued physical reaction to that particularly forceful yet sensual voice, Itsuke sought to control his body through brute will. Wishing that nothing had ever happened with the taller, very seductive man, Itsuke detested his predicament. Everything he had done out of desperation to save himself and Tak was a proven lie. Trying to forget was impossible for Itsuke, and it was partially this man's fault.

Turning on his heel, Itsuke faced the taller man because he knew Sadami would not let him leave. Shoulder length jet black hair, lips capable of rivaling Tak's for lushness, high prominent cheekbones, and almond-shaped, wickedly smoldering black eyes completed an attractive oval face. The nose was aristocratic without being too large. Finely sculpted black brows and impossibly long lashes completed Sadami's image. This particular seme stud had a haughty demeanor. Coupled with a tall, sinewy form, it was easy to imagine him gracing the cover of a fashion magazine. Sexuality oozed from him like honey from an overflowing hive. He drew lusty looks like a vacuum drew in dust bunnies. All of which made Itsuke's confusion over getting sought out so often more pronounced with every conversation.

"Sadami, nani do you want now?"

Leaning casually against the wall as a subtle block, the black-haired rake smiled. "Do you really think I'm buying that cold tone, Itsuke kun? Shame on you. You really haven't mastered body control as far as you want to believe. As always your signals are screaming loud and clear, my dear little submissive."

That strong authoritative voice shot a dose of white-hot awareness snaking along Itsuke's spine. Aggravating as that twisted endearment was, whether raped or not, Sadami had blown his mind. This man had taught him how to revel in the pleasure he had discovered through gay sex. It took greater effort to keep his breath from accelerating over memories that flashed across his mental screen. Somehow his dick, and everything else about his body remained hard wired to go nuts every time he heard Sadami's voice.

Like Keisuke-san, this man oozed self assurance and unquestionable dominance. Unlike the street racer that had stolen Tak from him, Sadami did nothing to check the explosive presence he had. Raw and carnal vibes flowed around him like a physical whirlwind from the taller man smirking at him. Arrogance dominated his attractive face and body. Half lidded black eyes held a hypnotic quality that Itsuke found difficult to escape. Losing his shaky willpower to Sadami's every whim became inevitable if he did not escape soon.

"Whatever. Naze do you continue bothering me? We aren't in the compound anymore. There's not a single reason for you to speak to me that I know. This is insane, Sadami. I don't understand your need to follow me around and say crazy things every time I come up here." Itsuke grumbled as he sought to ignore his body's growing interest. Sadami gave him a long slow look from head to toe while considering his question.

Dark eyes sparkled as Sadami's smile got bigger. "Funny, I can think of several delightful training sessions that give me plenty of reason to say hello to you every chance I get, my dear little submissive. Or are you trying to deny loving it when your glorious ass gets filled with my cock now that Fujiwara's talking to you again?"

Flushing hotly, Itsuke looked down and away from the other man. His hands balled into fists over that lazily spoken insult. "That's low, Sadami."

Gripping his chin and forcing him to look into those dark eyes, Sadami softly growled back. "Wrong. It's completely honest. There's nothing insulting about it. You'll never get fully hard for any onna you might meet ion the future. The harder you work at filling your family's expectations, the more miserable you'll be. Stop running from yourself and everything you are, Itsuke. There's nothing degrading about being a hot blooded uke. If anything, you really are one hell of a find. There's nothing frigid about you, and that's the damned truth."

The promises Sadami and Chiasa had made to him that he and Tak would be kept alive if he cooperated still haunted his memory. Images of Kahori's smile as his finger got ripped off chased the echoes of this man's voice. The sound of her coldly calm voice as she condemned him flashed through his mind, firming Itsuke's resolve to ignore his physical response. Anger flared over how completely he had been betrayed.

"I'm not running from anything, Sadami. There's nothing that will get me to go along with another fucking head game because I'm safe now. You, Okiku, and Chiasa had your fun in the compound, but that's over. Keisuke san got us out of there. I'm free of you bastards."

The attractive man's brows plunged to his nose. If Itsuke did not know better, he would have thought his tormentor confused about how quickly he forgot to keep his word. Those dark eyes were pinning his own gaze and draining his resistance as fast as Itsuke fought to shore up his defenses.

"Okiku's also here. Naze not confront him too? I told you the truth several days ago. Naze are you so determined to call me and Okiku bastards when we tried to save you? Is this attitude of yours also Fujiwara's doing?"

"Okiku's your favorite fuck buddy, isn't he? Nani difference does it make if I do confront him, Sadami? Whatever he says, you'll believe. You know him better than me so that's a given. You talked me into that hair brained bull shit training. I still lost fingers. I was a convenient practice doll because I was stupid enough to trust you." Itsuke felt a hot flash of something undefined swirling under the surface of his annoyance. Wanting anything but to be free of the larger man, he jerked his face back and stepped away.

"I told you that Chiasa's dead, Itsuke. Ideguchi killed Chiasa when she tried to take Hikaru and Niita to Kahori sama's quarters like she was told. She had the training session videos in her hands. As far as Okiku knows she never saw the blade coming before her head was hanging sideways on her shoulders. That Ideguchi guy was determined to take Hikaru from Kahori sama. But, he underestimated just how vicious our boss gets when it comes to her most prized possessions. She was training Hikaru to be her heir so there's nothing she wouldn't do to keep him. Taihei backed her choice to make Hikaru her heir."

Itsuke's knees threatened to buckle. Part of him wished to accept the answer he was getting, while the rest snarled silently that Sadami had to be lying still. "That sick slaver isn't your boss any longer, Sadami. You're free now! Naze can't you accept the truth?"

Sadami grabbed his arm and drug him into the communal room where a ping pong table and a couple of other multiple player games were located. A sofa resided on one side of the room within sight of the receptionist's station. Itsuke found himself pushed into the seat. Dropping onto his haunches in front of him, Sadami's visage was unnaturally grim.

"Look, despite being here, there's nothing for me outside of this hospital, Itsuke. At least there isn't yet. The same goes for Okiku. He's too cut up to ever be a prick peddler again. We worked for Kahori sama for years. How can you expect me to forget that she's always been the boss. Kahori sama isn't the type to let her property go easily either. Neither of us expects to stay free as you put it."

"Naze are you defending that psychotic bitch? Kahori almost killed Tak and me. She handed me over to Taihei just because Tak asked her a question to make sure he understood her damned orders! It almost sounds like you want to go back to that nightmare."

Unexpected and stunning, Sadami grabbed his mangled hand and brought his mangled stump to those lush lips in a quick kiss. "Defending Kahori sama isn't my intention. Just telling you the facts to help you understand. You already know that Fujiwara frequently pissed Kahori sama off in the worst possible ways, Itsuke kun. He put two of her money making studs on ice, one permanently by biting his head tip damned near off. The other needed weeks to heal from those teeth of his. He also scared the hell out of her guards. A couple vanished without giving notice. Loose ends are damned dangerous to Kahori sama. That's just how things have always been. Where do men like me and Okiku go from here? With or without Kahori sama around, we don't know anything else. Our only option is to find new clients once we get out of here."

Something about Sadami's grip on his mangled hand made it difficult to get himself to yank his hand free. He wondered if the other man's action was somehow sincere.

"My dear little submissive. None of us are given exclusive rights to anyone else because that interferes with operations. Still, I asked that once Kahori sama felt she had reasonable control of Fujiwara, would she consider letting you stay with me when I was at the compound. Nani else can I prove I was willing to protect you?" Sadami continued.

Shaking his head as he tried to understand the shifting conversation, Itsuke found he was speechless. Flashing a bright grin at him, Sadami refused to give him back his damaged hand despite his attempt to tug it free.

"Come on, don't be that way, my dear little submissive. I tried to stake as much of a claim on you as anyone can in the complex. Okiku can vouch for that. All I could do was be the best stud in her stable for a couple months as I waited for my next downtime. Kahori sama won't trust anyone that hasn't shown her they're keeping to her program. There wasn't a chance of my taking you with me to the slut house. You were too new to place in the slut house. Fujiwara wasn't broken to his role, and causing too many problems for Kahori sama to let me take you with me."

"And that's supposed to make everything fine?" Snapping at the older man, Itsuke felt cornered and disconcerted. He was also getting tired of this particular argument with the impossible man.

It annoyed him that Sadami was blaming Tak. If not for Tak, Keisuke san would not have fought so desperately to rescue them. Because of Tak's involvement with Takahashi Keisuke, the nightmare had come to an end. Adding to his disturbed emotions, Sadami's grip on his hand did not lessen. The too beautiful man was rubbing the scars that dominated half of his knuckles. It was the kind of thing someone that cared would do to soothe a loved one. Yet Sadami was incapable of caring deeply about anyone. He was too shallow to make commitments because he did not get to know people for themselves. That at least Itsuke understood after spending time in the compound. Gorgeous as he was, Sadami could get anything he wanted without having to give anything meaningful in return.

"Would you let me go already?" He growled as he tugged much harder to liberate his hand.

Unrepentant and highly charged, Sadami's voice shot back, "Nani's the matter, my dear little submissive? Getting hot? You know I can tell how much you've missed all the kinky things I know you enjoy."

While speaking Sadami leaned closer. His other hand slid along Itsuke's thigh making him jump. Reaching to grab his other hand to stop his act, Itsuke gritted his teeth. "Stop it, Sadami. I'm obviously not the one that needs therapy here. Shit, this is completely nuts. Nobody knows better than I do that I'm not some great looking prize." Shooting off the couch, Itsuke tried to untangle his mangled hand from the other man's grasp as memories rose.

'Feeling his balls getting cupped and squeezed as maddening massaging at the back of his sac continued, Itsuke began getting hard despite his uneasiness. The sensations were feeling more amazing by the second. He wondered if it was the drug smoke they had shoved in his face causing things to feel better, or if he had lost his grasp on reality. The odd massage ended a moment later. The fingers that had been pressing behind his sac moved toward his hole.

Cool slickness suddenly flowed against the same area the fingers were moving toward. Heated fingers began gliding over his ring. The pressure increased more with ever circle made until he felt a finger pushing into his body. Itsuke shivered. The pressure of the finger pushing forward increased and shifted making Itsuke wish he could squirm. It wasn't painful, but he certainly felt truly violated. Was this feeling the same that Tak experienced several times a day when Tung Tzu had strangers force themselves on him?

Much to Itsuke's relief the finger was being removed. Before it exited his rectum, it reversed course and moved deeper in another slow push. Surprisingly his ring sent a sharp set of messages flashing up his spine, and into his dick. Itsuke gasped over the eerie sensations as he tried to jerk. Without warning a weird shock of electricity seemed to flash through the core of his hard-on starting at the base and ending at the tip of his head, almost feeling as if it was surrounding his urinary tract as it rippled down his shaft.

Snapping back to the present, Itsuke realized he was stuck standing over Sadami. It took him a moment to clear the memory away and twist completely out of the older man's hold. Sadami's eyes narrowed dangerously as he rose. "How do you know whether or not you're a prize to someone else? Remember nani I said the day I taught you about the man you really are, Itsuke?"

More unwanted memories flashed through Itsuke's mind to drown his hold on where he was located.

A seductive masculine voice commented from above his back. "Damn this guy's got the most reactive ass I've ever seen. This ass is begging for fucking already and I'm barely getting him warmed up. I don't know how he got so screwed up that he thinks he likes onnas, Chiasa chan. Considering how greedy this glory hole is, this uke will never perform for one without the help of a dildo. Using only two fingers to stretch him, I can already feel how much his balls have lifted in my other hand. His cock's at full attention and twitching just as gorgeously as his hole. I can't wait to show him a good time."

"You bastard, leave me alone. I'm nobody's blow-up doll now that I'm out of that place. You can't force me to obey you any longer. I know who my friends are, and you aren't one of them." Itsuke snarled at the black haired man watching him.

As he spoke Itsuke found that he earnestly meant it. Sadami had nobody that he could rely on, nor was willing to love. He liked the power he held over others due to his looks and powerful sexuality. Having learned and mastered so many sexual deviations, he used them very effectively to get whatever he wished without making commitments. However, he knew that he had Tak, and strangely even Keisuke san watched over him.

Yanking Itsuke against his taller, yet lean frame, Sadami latched onto his hip. "How exactly am I forcing you to obey anything, Itsuke kun? Is getting one hell of a beautiful boner by being around me so threatening now? Hmm? I'm not at all interested in blow-up dolls. Getting reacquainted with your additively reactive ass is the only thing I'm interested in as I've told you repeatedly, my dear little submissive. Fooling yourself won't work when your body's so obviously begging me to fuck you again."

Something about the black-haired man's feral, arrogant grin made Itsuke's teeth grind. The last thing Itsuke wanted to admit was how interested his body was in Sadami's empty offer. Not a drop of emotion existed between them. There was nothing but a desperation driven nightmare between them and Itsuke knew it. To save Tak from the deadly drug, he had done unthinkable things out of blind faith. Sadami was not to blame for obeying his orders and Itsuke recognized that also. However, having the man throw his own stupidity in his face rankled. All he was to the other man was a plaything despite Sadami's denial.

Going rigid in the taller man's hold, Itsuke clenched his hands into fists. One thing he had learned from Tak's example, empty gratification could never compete with real emotions that were sorely lacking with Sadami. This man had done nothing to make Itsuke feel that he could trust him. "Look, Sadami, you don't want me for anything but a sex toy. That might be good enough for you, but it isn't for me. I want more than meaningless sex with someone who doesn't care who they screw. I know you don't give a damn about me."

"The rules are always changing. Who says I can't decide to want the whole package? Give me a reason to want you for all of you, Itsuke kun. We both know you can't have the one you've been pretending to fuck whenever I've been buried in your delightfully greedy ass. So who's to say we can't work if you give me a real go without using me as a damned substitute for that bastard Fujiwara?"

"I never. . ."

"That's enough of your bull shit, buddy. Get your hands off of Itsuke. Now! How many times do I have to warn you to leave him alone?" Hearing Tak's familiar deep growled fury whipped Itsuke's head to the side. Standing less than a foot away and looking ready to rip Sadami limb from limb, Tak was ignoring the orderly pushing a wheelchair closer to him with a stricken expression. Keisuke stood near the orderly with an even grimmer expression.

"Fujiwara sama, you need to get back into your chair. You aren't supposed to be walking around yet. I'm supposed to take you to Leamas sama."

"Shut up!" The softly spoken snarl sent the orderly backing away from Tak. The way he scooted behind Keisuke was understandable.

Sadami finally let him go as he turned to face Tak. Itsuke's unease escalated. The black-haired man stepped closer to Tak snarling. "You don't have the right to keep Itsuke after all the shit you put him through in the compound. How he can love such a cold bastard as you is beyond me, but I won't give him to someone that can't appreciate him. He got beaten and mangled because you couldn't give up your high and mighty seme pride!"

The glare Tak was leveling on Sadami was matched by Keisuke's irate stare. Itsuke felt the blood draining from his head. Sick with dread, he found himself shaking violently. Tak's expression got much nastier on the heels of Sadami's charge. When he next spoke, Tak's voice had a strange edginess to it. "Itsuke, come here now."

Sadami blocked him with an out flung arm. "Like hell he's obeying you. Isn't one stud enough for you for when you hit the insatiable stage? Mitani made Takahashi the main talk of the compounds. Was she inflating his talents so much that you'll have to be greedy to get by when the insatiability sets in? Or maybe it's simply having total control over Itsuke that you enjoy so much?"

"The one trying to control Takeuchi is you, yaro. Hearing the shit you're spouting right now is going to get you seriously hurt." Hearing Keisuke's angry tone added to the conversation made Itsuke's stomach somersault.

The expression Itsuke feared most was Tak's inhuman snarl. As his lips began pulling back from clenched teeth, Itsuke knew Tak was about to explode. The equally furious looking Keisuke meant Sadami's mouth had done extreme damage.

Grabbing Sadami's arm, Itsuke barked at him. "Shit, Sadami, stop it! You don't stand a chance against Tak when he's pissed off! Nani the hell has gotten into you? You barely even know me, so knock it off! I told you to stop the last time you pissed Tak off. Saying the things you are isn't right either. Chiasa and you tried to save me from Kahori and Taihei, and I am grateful for your intervention. Look, I don't have any hard feelings toward you or Okiku over following your orders. But it's over. Everything I did was to keep myself and Tak alive in that place. I didn't have any other choice until Keisuke san found us."

Turning his head to give him a long look, Sadami snapped, "I know that you have one hell of an addictive ass that I refuse to see getting wasted on a fucking prick that can't begin to appreciate it. Even if you were desperate to save Fujiwara, you proved that you're worth fighting over. I'll always appreciate you far more than he ever will because I do know how valuable your kind of loyalty is."

Shocked into silence, Itsuke could only gape up at the angry brunette staring him down in return. Tak's voice shredded the odd compulsion to accept his declaration that Sadami was working on his mind. "I'll ask you again. . . Do you love Itsuke? Or is he just some kind of drug withdrawal diversion for you? Make up your mind before you chase Itsuke, Sadami."

Dropping his hand from Sadami's arm, Itsuke moved toward Tak as his lifelong friend's words shattered the illusion Sadami was trying to cast over him. "Leave it alone, and drop it, Tak. You know that I have to settle things with Sadami sooner or later."

"Don't count on it, Itsuke. Considering how he keeps railroading you, I won't step aside and let him hurt you even worse than you already have been." Tak's voice was razor sharp as he grabbed his arm and steered him behind his furiously shaking body. Keisuke stepped next to him with his arms folded over his chest. The surprise was how he seemed determined to protect him from Sadami also. Considering the things he had heard, Itsuke was confused by Keisuke san's protective attitude.

Still facing Sadami, Tak continued, "If you think I don't appreciate Itsuke, you're demented. He's half of my world. The other half belongs to Takahashi Keisuke. The things that happened in the compound had nothing to do with seme pride, asshole. Obviously you're too brainwashed to understand love making isn't about empty actions. Lust is revolting once you've experienced love. After you experience love, you can't compromise by doing empty things with anyone that will spread their legs if you have any heart."

Sadami seemed startled as his slightly widened eyes shifted to glance at him. Itsuke watched him, wondering if he was contemplating Tak's heartfelt words while watching his reaction. His refined brows tilted in a quizzical line as their eyes locked. The heaviness of Keisuke's hand dropping onto his shoulder made him jump.

"Takumi's right, Sadami. Cheating on me even unwillingly revolted my spouse, and Takumi is for all practical purpose, literally my spouse. His fighting to remain faithful wasn't about pride at all. Whatever Akiho said about me in the compound doesn't matter either. Unlike Takumi, she never cared about being faithful or decent. Even if I learned many positions from her, there wasn't any hope of her loving me or even herself enough to change for the better. Takeuchi knows the truth about Takumi and me. You can't convince me that Takeuchi would ever try to take Takumi from me either."

Guilt slammed through his torso as Itsuke hurried to speak up. "If I hadn't been around for Doi to beat on, Tak never would have caved to anything they ordered. He totally loves Keisuke san. That's the way it should be. Watching out for me since we were little forced Tak into doing things he hated every single day. I know how much it hurt Tak better than anyone, Sadami. Spreading rumors and causing trouble for Tak just because your mad at him isn't right. These talks you keep insisting on are finished."

"We aren't finished by a long shot, Itsuke. You definitely know how hopeless things are with him if he's half as hung up on Takahashi Keisuke as Mitani was. When you get sick of being second best, come see me." Sadami snapped and turned away.

Calling after him, Tak dropped a last salvo. "If you do love Itsuke, then prove it, Sadami. Use or abuse Itsuke, and I'll rip you apart just like I did the fucking guards."

Turning to look at him once he was satisfied Sadami was walking way, Tak gave him a long, thoughtful look. "He's more determined than I thought."

Dreading Keisuke's angry additions, Itsuke shivered. Still, after all the things Sadami had said, his feelings had been exposed to the worst possible person alive. "Keisuke san, Tak, just ignore everything Sadami said. I'd rather not have Keisuke san breaking my face over asinine comments. He's trying to push me into a corner, and he'll say anything he thinks will get him his way. Go to your counseling session, Tak. I should get back to my floor."

"Hold it, Takeuchi! It makes you look like you feel guilty when you run away. Is that black haired man right about you having the hots for Takumi because of the sex test?" Keisuke sounded calm, yet a look up at those blazing eyes froze Itsuke in his tracks. He could think of nothing to say.

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