Ghost Monk

          
Déjà vu. “TOHMA, YOU’VE GOT ONE MINUTE TO GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ….” A pause, then the revision, “YOU GOT ONE SECOND THEN!” The bitching got louder when Eiri’s door was opened as Mika stormed in, then lowered once more as the door was slammed.

          
In the kitchen, Tatsuha and Shuichi jerked their heads up at the shouting, and the younger Uesugi raised an eyebrow at Shuichi, clearly asking if he was going to ‘rescue’ his boyfriend.

          
With a chuckle, Shuichi held up his beer bottle to Tatsuha with a mild smirk, making his usually good-natured temperament seem wickedly sexy. “Another beer?”

          
Tatsuha’s other eyebrow rose. A snicker emerged from the violet-eyed singer, as he gave him an explanation, “Look. I learned long ago the um… how shall we say… expensiveness…. of bursting in and rescuing that man. Monetarily, physically and emotionally. Especially rescuing him from Tohma.” Finishing off the beer, he got the second one on his own, shrugging, “Yuki wanted me to stop, I’ve stopped. I love him to death, but he’s on his own. ESPECIALLY with Mika in there.”

          
“You know… I don’t think my siblings, or Tohma, have realized just how evil you can really be.” Tatsuha began laughing, getting a second beer of his own, patting Shuichi on the back. “I like you more and more every day.”

          
“Just don’t call me Ryuichi again.”



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Kitazawa wandered through the crowds of Tokyo, hovering a few feet off the ground so that he could get a better view of the individual people. From his vantage point, he could see their faces, their body language (which would tell him their behavior patterns), and let him feel for compatible energy. That was a good starting point, according to the book he’d managed to knock off of the shelf at the store.

          
Compatibility was important, though not entirely necessary. It just helped speed things along. Awareness and strength of will played important factors as well. Hopefully, it wasn’t all someone writing out of their asses, cause he was about to test theories.
Ah. A target.

          
Moving to intercept, Kitazawa felt for the man’s distraction levels and reached out to touch him. Distracted indeed, and what a lovely opportunity. Slowly, keeping his eyes open (really, closing your eyes was dumb, you might get the wrong person), he sank into the man’s body, waiting for the adjustment period as the body accepted him as a resident. Then, he moved to become the primary resident. With an apology to the man, who’s name he’d found out was Azumano Hanzo, he promised the encounter to be brief and that he’d make sure the girl wasn’t mad at him.

          
After eight years out of a body, being in one again, especially sharing with someone else, felt tight and uncomfortable, but he’d bear with it. A brief flicker of doubt appeared, wondering if this was another form of rape and, twitching, realized it was. But he wasn’t about to stop, he hadn’t before, and he had a goal to accomplish. If he could do it to the boy he’d loved, and still loved, he could do it to strangers. At Azumano’s desperate pleading, Kitazawa began walking towards the train station, intent on getting the poor schmuck on his way.

          
He wanted to try and see if he could suppress the main persona, putting them to sleep so to speak, so that they wouldn’t have to remember doing anything ‘unnatural’. But that would have to wait. As soon as he reached the turnstiles, he relinquished his control of Azumano’s body, much to the man’s relief. Shaking his head, Azumano declared that he wouldn’t ever drink again.

          
Glancing around once more, Kitazawa spotted a new likely candidate exiting the train and heading for the entrance to the station. He seemed a perfect test subject, shy, quiet and geeky. Probably had no girlfriend, lived alone and since he was exiting the station, had to live around it somewhere. With a lazy smile crossing his features, he followed close behind.



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The ‘nerd’s’ name, as it turned out, was Masatoshi Natsu and as stereotyped as he was in his looks, he maintained a very decent-sized apartment considering he lived in Tokyo proper. Kitazawa looked over the apartment with a critical eye for detail, noticing that the wood floors were polished, bookshelves lined neatly with nothing overhanging, white walls and wooden cabinets were dust free. He had to admit, he was impressed, having been under the assumption that this man would have stacks of paper and other things around that would help complete his image.

          
In full control of the sleeping man’s body, he slipped the keys into the jacket pocket and locked the door, took his shoes off to put the house slippers on, and delved deeper into the man’s world. He was now positive that he could control a person whether they were ‘awake’ or not. That was most excellent news. Finding a beer in the refrigerator, he took his first taste of alcohol in way too long.

          
Euphoric, he brought the bottle into what he found to be the bedroom and rummaged through the man’s clothes until he found a pair of pajamas. Masatoshi would require them when he was through. Changing his clothes, he finished off the beer and put the bottle into the recycling can before seating himself on the bed, reclined against the pillows. Now came the fun part of his little ‘experiment’. This was the part he was doing the entire test for, what he needed to know for his later plans.

          
Placing his hands on his chest, he half-closed his eyes at the feel of a body under his touch, exploring contours and the silky feel of skin. For a brief instant, as a hand found a nipple, while the other wandered into the waistband of his pajamas, he cursed Eiri for killing him, robbing him of these sensations. But he knew deep down, it was he who had robbed the boy of innocence, and sanity first. When push came to shove, who had suffered more?

          
Masatoshi’s ‘endowments’ were less than his own had been, but they served their purpose as his fingers curled around the already-hardening member. With practiced ease born from years of experience, he created a rhythm which would quickly spiral him over the elusive plateau that he strove for. Feeling good-natured, he even allowed Masatoshi to ‘wake up’ a bit, just enough to feel the alcohol buzz and the pleasure of orgasm, when it hit.

          
Confusion filtered through his mind from the body’s owner, which was quickly abandoned for the soft moan echoing in his head. It was an odd feeling, in its own way, to be able to pleasure another by masturbating yourself. Unused to the strain of doing too much at once, as well as not having gotten off in awhile, it was only a few minutes before he could feel his scrotum tightening, his groin aching in pleasant familiarity.

          
Reaching over for a few tissues, he quickened the pace, panting heavily as he curled the paper against and over the slit in his erection. Unable to contain himself any longer, he threw back his head and cried out softly as his hips bucked upwards, his body arching as he spent his seed into the wad of paper. Laying still for a few moments as his penis throbbed pleasurably, emitting a few more droplets into the already well-used tissues, he sighed with utter bliss and contentment. “Fuck….”

          
Chuckling to himself, he cleaned up the last of the mess and tossed the tissues into the wastebasket near the bed. Fixing the pajamas and pulling up the covers, he released control of Masatoshi’s body, allowing the man to drift into a natural doze. Thoroughly satiated, especially for a ghost, Kitazawa strolled through the front door and out into the Tokyo evening.

          
It was time to head back to Uesugi Shrine.