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The Butterfly Mansion	By : Akuma Category: +G to L > Loveless Views: 5052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The First Night

The place
indicated on the map inside the folder was located outside of Tokyo. Soubi drove his car past the townhouses to the rural place.
He immediately knew that this client was not an ordinary person when he arrived
to tall gate guarding the estate. The writing on the gate told him that he had
indeed reached his destination, The Butterfly Mansion. From outside he couldn�t
even see the house as the view was covered by tall trees that grew on either
side of a path leading to the darkness. After Soubi
mentioned his client�s codename to the surveillance camera, the electronic
metal gate opened to allow him in. He drove past the dark forest, the metal
gate closed behind him, not too impressed. This wasn�t the first client whose
residence had its own personal forest. He had to admit though, that this was
the largest he�d ever seen so far. Soubi briefly
wondered what kind of person this client was.

After ten
minutes of driving, he arrived at a beautiful garden in front of a white
Mediterranean mansion. The mansion was very quiet, the only sign that it was
lived in was the light coming from inside and the open front door. Soubi hesitated for a while before entering since no one
welcome him outside.

The
interior of the house was as beautiful and luxurious as the exterior. Almost
everything was white, the furniture, the white marble floor and the paint. The
only splashes of color usually came from flowers in crystal vases which could
be found in almost every room in the mansion. The house was beautiful indeed,
but it felt so cold and impersonal. This mansion was clearly built to be a
house, not a home.

Soubi waited in the living room but when nobody came, he
searched for his client himself. A faint sound of music led him through the
long white halls and rooms and to a half open door. Soubi
took a deep breath, his heart had been pounding faster and faster by each step
he took closer to the room. He didn�t know why but he felt both nervous and
eager to meet BELOVED. Something told him that this wasn�t like other dates he
had done before. Slowly, he pushed the double door open and stepped inside and
had his breath caught in his throat.

Like the
rest of the house, this room was also completely white. There were tall
bookcases on two sides of the room and several antique things adorning the
room. But those weren�t what caught Soubi�s
attention.

Across the
room, on a white sofa lied the most beautiful sight Soubi
had ever laid his eyes upon. The boy was lying on his back with one arm
cushioning his head and another holding a book close to his face. The curtains
on the windows on either side of the sofa billowed as the wind blew into the
room from the open windows. The music was louder but still faint enough that Soubi could listen to the sound of the night outside. Soubi found himself unable to
breath, entranced by the ethereal scene as he was.

The boy was
the most beautiful thing Soubi had ever seen. Had Soubi been that beautiful when he was a child? No. True, he
had been pretty enough to be desired by some -Ritsu
didn�t pick him up from the street for charity. He had been complimented for his
hair, his face, even his skin. He had been called beautiful only after he went
through that awkward stage of puberty. But even now he was
nothing compared to Beloved. Charmingly innocent, obliviously sensual,
undeniably beautiful, Beloved was a sight to behold.

Dark purple
eyes turned to him and the boy sat up on the sofa, staring at Soubi with childish curiosity, making Soubi�s
heart race. The white shirt he was wearing was so thin it�s nearly transparent
and Soubi found himself wondering about the concealed
body beneath the cloth. He quickly shook himself out of his indecent fantasy
and reminded himself of what his duty was.

�I am Agatsuma Soubi from the Seven
Moons.� Soubi said, bowing politely. A part of him
wished that he was wrong so that he wouldn�t have to taint this beauty but
another part of him yearned to posses him. Soubi
straightened up, giving the boy the most charming
smile he could to hide his inner conflict. �Pardon me, but are you Beloved?�

�So you are
from the Seven Moons. I am Beloved.� The boy said. Somehow to Soubi he sounded like he�s trying to convince himself.
Could he be unsure of what he was doing? When he caught Soubi�s
assessing gaze on him, his face flushed slightly from both embarrassment and
displeasure. �What? Don�t you trust me?� he accused, pouting slightly in a
childish manner.

Soubi had had numerous clients of every gender, background,
and age but none of them were this young. He had even accompanied several
teenagers in the past but this boy couldn�t be more than twelve years old,
hardly a teenager at all! What could a child like him wanted from someone like Soubi?

Still, Soubi continued to smile and approached the boy. He knelt
in front of him and took his right hand. The hand was so small, pale, and soft,
Soubi was unable to hold back the urge to kiss it.
�Of course I do, Beloved.� The blush upon the boy�s pale cheek enticed Soubi but, again, he held himself back and asked instead.
�What would you like me to do?�

Beloved
looked at him for a moment and Soubi saw hesitation
floating in his magnetic eyes briefly. Soubi didn�t
know what to expect but rather wished that he would tell him that this was a
mistake. The folder didn�t mention any specific demand other than for him to
entertain Beloved for one night but his clients usually only wished for one
thing, one thing that he didn�t want to do to this boy. But surely this boy
wouldn�t? �I�ll do anything for you.� Soubi said in
reassurances despite his earlier thoughts.

�Anything?� Beloved repeated, hesitating and questioning.
His eyes were bright and innocent as they sought answers in Soubi�s.

�Anything.� Soubi confirmed, kissing Beloved�s knuckles once again lightly to hide his
nervousness. For some reason, his heart stirred when Beloved look at him closely
like this. What was happening to him?

Beloved was
silent for a moment, pondering his answer. His order, spoken with such determination,
shook Soubi. �Make love to me.�

Soubi was stunned, his smiled drooped just a fraction.
Certainly this boy didn�t mean what he just said. �� Make love to you?�

�You don�t
want to?� Beloved asked back quickly, shifting in nervousness. His eyes were
slightly accusing, disappointed that Soubi hesitated.

Soubi shook his head despite his own reluctance. He did
want to please Beloved. He was afraid though, afraid because he felt like he
didn�t deserve the honor. But he didn�t have the power to refuse in his
position. He was here to serve and to please. Convincing himself that he would
only be doing his duty and not following his own inappropriate desire, Soubi gave his answer. �If that�s what
you want, Beloved.� He said softly before brushing his
lips against the boy�s experimentally, giving him a chance to change his
mind. Sweet, sweet electricity went through his body at that first contact and Soubi was suddenly afraid, afraid of the emotion stirring
wildly inside him. He pulled back and gazed at the flush face so close to his.
When he saw only curiosity and expectation on Beloved�s face, he pressed their
lips together again and deepened the kiss when the boy didn�t pull away. He ran
his tongue on the seams of the boy�s lips, asking for entry which the boy gave
with a soft gasp. The boy taste exquisite and sweet to him. Soubi
shifted closer and pulled the boy�s hips close to him. The moan he swallowed
when the boy�s hardness rubbed against his stomach made him tremble and his
body quickly responded to it. The boy clutched his arms tightly as Soubi kissed him passionately.

Soubi broke the kiss with much difficulty. He ran his lips
from the boy�s jaw to his ear and whispered, �Here?� He awarded the tremble he
got in response with a kiss behind the boy�s ear, ignoring the tiny nagging
voice n the back of his mind telling him to stop.

The boy
whined and sought Soubi�s lips again. Their tongues
soon danced passionately again as he ground his hardness against Soubi�s firm stomach. He broke the kiss when Soubi started to push him onto the sofa. �Bedroom.�
He gasped out. �Now� please.�

Soubi smiled and carried him bridal style out of the room. �If that�s what you want, Beloved.�

The boy
tightened his arms around Soubi�s neck. �Don�t call
me that.� He said with a blush. �It�s� weird.�

The blond
smiled gently down at his young client. �Then how should I call you?�

The boy
paused, considering. �Call me�. Ritsuka.�

*

Ritsuka looked almost ridiculously small and frail on the
large bed. There was no question if this was his first time. It saddened Soubi to know that he would hurt him. But this was what Ritsuka wanted, what he asked of him. Soubi
smiled as he kissed Ritsuka again and unbuttoned his
shirt, ignoring the guilt that had started to gnaw his conscience.

The boy was
pale all over, Soubi soon found. Flush started to
color the fair skin as Soubi continued to stare.
Realizing Ritsuka�s unspoken discomfort, Soubi bent down to claim his lips again. His hands explored
the soft expanse of skin beneath him. Ritsuka arched
up when Soubi ran his hands over his sides, digging
his nails onto the blonde�s shoulders. Soubi broke
their kiss to rained kisses down Ritsuka�s neck and
chest and stopped to take a rosy bud into his mouth. He smirked when Ritsuka cried out and grasped his hair when he gently
sucked and licked the boy�s nipple while his hand toyed with the neglected bud.

�Soubi� Soubi�� The boy gasped
out. �Please.�

The boy was
very sensitive but then again Soubi shouldn�t be so surprised as it was his first time. Soubi
obeyed and released the nub, licking it in apology before continued on his path
down Ritsuka�s body. He teased the dip of his navel as
he undid Ritsuka�s trouser, feeling his manhood
pressed uncomfortably against his own trouser. Ritsuka
lifted his hips when Soubi pushed his trousers down,
eager but embarrassed. Soubi gave him a smile and
brush his lips softly against the boy�s slick arousal.

Ritsuka cried out again, his back arching off the bed. He
hadn�t anticipated how good that felt. He moaned and shot a hand down to grasp Soubi�s silken locks, wanting him to take him into the warm
cavern of his mouth. As Soubi gave teasing licks up and
down his shaft he couldn�t help but imagine how it would feel like to have that
mouth on him, that moist warmth enveloping his aching flesh. But it wasn�t what
he asked for, that wasn�t why he asked for Soubi. He
tugged on Soubi�s hair to gain his attention. A moan
escaped his rosy lips when Soubi lifted his eyes to
look at him while closing his lips over the tip of his slender erection.

�� do it.� He said breathlessly. �Just do it.�

Soubi pulled away and licked his lips. �If that�s what you
want.� He said, smiling. He sat up to kneel on the bed and started to undress.
He smiled when he saw lovely blush started to spread on Ritsuka�s
cheeks. He knew that he had an almost flawless body; he had often been praised
for it. The lines on his back were fading, almost invisible to the eyes and
even if someone took notice, it would only add up to his almost frail beauty. Soubi knew he had nothing to be ashamed of but as he knelt
bare between Ritsuka�s spread legs, he felt
self-conscious. Deep purple eyes caressed his body from his chest to his
abdomen and down to his stiff manhood. Soubi felt
unworthy of this honor to have Ritsuka. He gazed down
upon the boy�s glazed eyes, swollen pink lips, rosy buds and fair skin. Ritsuka was the very symbolization of purity and perfection,
how could someone as tainted as he was claimed him?

�Soubi?� Ritsuka
called out softly.

Smile
quickly returned to Soubi�s lips. It wasn�t his place
to question. He was here to serve and please. He looked around them, avoiding Ritsuka�s innocent eyes. �Do you have��

�In the drawer.� Ritsuka replied
quickly. �It�s in the drawer.�

Soubi glanced at the boy but didn�t question him. He took
the tube he found there and uncapped it. He kept his eyes on Ritsuka as he slowly slicked his fingers, wondering if he
should feel elated or worried that there wasn�t a bit of hesitation in the boy.
Soubi leaned down and kissed Ritsuka
again to distract him from his searching finger. At first Ritsuka
jumped when he felt the tip of Soubi�s finger
circling his entrance but he kept still and kissed Soubi
back. His body tensed when Soubi carefully pushed a
finger into him but he still didn�t ask him to stop.

Soubi prepared Ritsuka carefully,
adding another finger when Ritsuka had started to
relax. He both expected and dreaded the request to stop but even until the end,
Ritsuka didn�t say anything. Soubi
pulled out his fingers and leaned down to kiss Ritsuka�s
forehead. Slowly Ritsuka opened his eyes and wrapped
his arms around Soubi�s neck. He said nothing but Soubi could read the consent in his eyes. He bit back the
question at the tip of his tongue and guided himself into Ritsuka.

The pained
gasp Ritsuka made stabbed Soubi�s
heart painfully but he continued to thrust into the young body beneath him. Ritsuka was hot and tight around him and Soubi almost couldn�t hold back until he was al the way in. He held Ritsuka�s
hips tightly as he tried to clamp down the urge to pound into the boy. He
listened to Ritsuka�s quick breath and waited for him
to relax. When he did, Soubi withdrew slightly to
push back in.

When at
long last pain gave way to pleasure, Soubi moved
faster. He made sure that he always stroke Ritsuka�s
pleasure spot to avoid pain, using Ritsuka�s moans as
his guide. He took Ritsuka�s erection in his hand,
further inflaming the boy�s desire. It didn�t take much to make him loose
control; Soubi stroke him once, twice and Ritsuka spilling himself onto Soubi�s
hand and their abdomens with a shout. Feeling the muscle clenching almost
painfully around him, Soubi gritted his teeth. He
buried his face into Ritsuka�s neck as he continued
to pump his hips into Ritsuka�s tight heat. Finally,
with a ragged breath, he filled Ritsuka. He swept his
lips over Ritsuka�s pounding pulse, smiling slightly.
When he had gained enough control over his limbs to pull out, Ritsuka was half asleep already. Smiling warmly, Soubi cleaned them with a towel he found on the adjoined
bathroom. He hesitated but then couldn�t resist joining Ritsuka.
He rest next to the sleeping boy and watched him sleep for a while before
pressing a soft kiss onto the boy�s slack lips and went to sleep. That night he
slept peacefully more than ever in the rest of his life.

*

Ritsuka woke up the next morning alone in the big bed. He
sighed and threw an arm over his eyes. A wave of headache was slowly coming to
him and his body was slightly sore. Had he gone? Ritsuka
wondered. He realized that his request was very unusual and wouldn�t be very
surprised if the man �Agatsuma Soubi,
wasn�t it?- had decided to leave. Tears stung his eyes
from both physical and emotional pain. So he was alone again�

�Good
morning, Ritsuka.�

Ritsuka removed his arm quickly in surprise. His eyes
widened as he watched Soubi placed a tray of
breakfast on the drawer and sat on the bed side. �You�re still here.� He
muttered in disbelieve.

�I am. I
made breakfast for you.� Soubi said with a smile.

Ritsuka nodded mutely and let Soubi
placed the breakfast tray on his lap. He barely paid attention to the food (a
plate of simple pancake with maple syrup drizzled on top of it) because he for
some reason couldn�t remove his eyes from the gorgeous young man. He did turn
his eyes to the pancake when Soubi caught him staring
and smiled at him. Embarrassment colored his skin red as Soubi
kept watching intently him while he ate. �Stop watching me!� He finally
protested.

�I�m sorry,
Ritsuka.� Soubi apologized
with a wide smile on his face, clearly not feeling sorry for his action. �I
hope you don�t mind that I�m still here. I see that there�s no one else here
and decided to make you breakfast before I leave.�

Ritsuka paused for a brief second but then resumed eating,
his expression now somber. Soubi noticed this of
course but didn�t ask. Something he said had obviously upset the boy but he
wasn�t sure what. If the client was unwilling to share then it wasn�t his place
to ask. An escort was not to get too close to his clients and Soubi always made sure that he remained impersonal in his
job. But there was something in Ritsuka that seemed
to break his every taboo. Soubi found himself wondering and worrying and unable to hold back his
question.

�Did I
displease you?� Soubi asked carefully, still smiling.

�No. I�m
just surprised that you went as far as making breakfast for me.� Ritsuka said without looking at Soubi.

Soubi sensed some kind of hesitance in Ritsuka�s
voice but dared not ask further if only for his own sake. �I�ll do anything to
make you happy.�

Ritsuka�s face flushed brighter now. �Don�t say something
like that.�

�I will do
anything for you, Ritsuka. Anything
at all that you ask of me.� Soubi said. He�d
said those words so many times before but somehow this time felt special. This
time he truly meant it. He felt an almost desperate urge to please Ritsuka. The feeling was so overwhelming that he started to
fear it. What was with this boy that affected him so?

Ritsuka slowly lifted his eyes to meet Soubi�s
shyly. �Anything?�

�Anything.� Soubi said, looking
straight into Ritsuka�s beautiful mauve eyes.

Ritsuka continued eating but Soubi
could see that he was deep in thought. A glance to his wrist watch told him
that it was time for him to leave. Regretfully, Soubi
stood up and got his suit jacket. �I�m afraid is time for me to leave. Good
bye, Ritsuka.� He said, bowing low to hide his reluctance
and disappointment. He immediately went to the door, fearing his determination
would crumble if he stayed too long.

�Wait!� Ritsuka called out just as Soubi�s
hand touched the door knob. �Would you� would you accompany me again, tonight?�

Soubi paused and turned to the bed. A genuine smile slowly
made its way to his face. �I�ll be glad to.�

The image
of Ritsuka smiling beautifully in gratefulness to him
accompanied him on his way back to the Seven Moons.

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