Fairytale Gone Bad

Musashi had been right, the café was very cozy and Sakuraba felt at ease at once. He tried to memorize the name – "Ocean Avenue" – and address so that he could return to this place in the future, but Musashi's presence was making thinking hard for him.

It was not like it was his fault, it was just because his presence made Sakuraba all nervous and fluttery, just like he was in love. The man was just simply perfect, nicely built, a gentle deep voice that was thick as honey, he was intelligent even though he worked as a carpenter, well informed about everything that seemed to go on in politics and he was just the right amount of mysterious and secretive that Sakuraba loved in a man. He started to wonder if Musashi had any flaws at all, but the more he talked with him the more he came to the conclusion that he had none.

So, by the end of the evening – around 10:30p.m. – Sakuraba was not able to get the picture of Musashi being a knight in shining armor out of his head that had just saved the damsel in distress out of the tower that was called loneliness. In fact, Sakuraba had probably never had had this much fun during a single evening. He knew that there was homework waiting for him and Miracle Itoh trying to reach him on his phone, but with Musashi's company everything that usually bugged him so much was so easy to ignore.

In fact, Sakuraba never wanted this evening to end, but as Musashi pointed out that the last train was going to leave in about 20 minutes, he realized that his parents were waiting for him and that he still had certain responsibilities to fulfill. And Musashi, being the responsible man that he was, just knew it and was nice enough to remind him of it.

Sakuraba wanted to cry with joy and wondered just where the catch was.

"Oh, you're right," he said instead, glancing onto his watch. "Well, um, then… should we leave then?"

Somehow, he saw some disappointment washing over the other's face, but he nodded nevertheless. "You said you wanted to take the tab, right?"

"Yes! Where can I pay?" Sakuraba nodded, but watched as Musashi waved the waitress over. It bugged him a little, since it was so different from the way he was used to it, but as the woman came over to them and put the bill onto the table, he was surprised just how little money they had spent during all that time. He looked at the woman, back to Musashi, who mouthed at him that he should round up what was on the bill and give her the rest as a tip.

The blond wondered what good was going to come from this as she definitely got enough salary from the shop owner, but he did give her some tip nevertheless. From the money he had left over he was also able to pay a taxi drive home, so he could dare to stay a little longer than the last train, but his parents were still waiting for him.

Reluctantly preparing to leave this cozy place, Sakuraba glanced over to Musashi, trying to read his emotions. That little display of disappointment from before was more than enough to raise his hopes that the other was reciprocating the feelings Sakuraba had for him right then, so he tried to find out just how deep these emotions were.

They were already outside and almost at Deimon Station when he decided to be a little irresponsible and let his parents wait a little longer for him. They probably thought that he was still at a photo shooting nevertheless and had gone to bed anyways.

So, he stopped dead in his tracks, let Musashi walk on a few more steps before the other turned around and looked at him questioningly.

"Why did you stop? The train is leaving in a few-"

"I've got enough money to buy a taxi ride home," Sakuraba said quickly.

Musashi blinked, then looked to the side. Unfortunately the blond was not able to make out the other's expression clearly enough to say what he was thinking since it was too dark. The only thing he said was, "Oh."

"So, um," Sakuraba started, "do you want to go somewhere else?"

This time, he was positive that he saw the other's cheeks color. In response, his already pink cheeks also got a little darker.

"Um, sure…" Musashi mumbled, looking like he was trying to come up with something to say as he rubbed the back of his head in a sheepish notion. Then he took a deep breath and extended his arm, offering his hand to Sakuraba.

Surprised, but also entranced by the scene, Sakuraba lifted his own hand and took Musashi's, surprised that the other was so bold to be holding hands in the open. He was even more surprised though when he felt a tug on his arm so that he stumbled a few steps forward, closing the distance between them while the other pulled him down a little and managed to use just the right force that their lips connected in a quick kiss.

To Sakuraba it felt like he had been hit by lightning. He was sure that he gasped and tried to struggle free, but as he found himself being able to think clearly again, he was looking down with wide eyes. His free hand was covering his mouth as if it felt strange now, but Musashi was looking at him with a stern look, still holding on tightly to his hand.

"I don't want to go to a club or a bar, you understand?" he said slowly, and Sakuraba's already tingling nerves felt like they were set on fire. He had a hard time biting back an anticipating moan.

"…I-is that s-so?" he stuttered, feeling like his cheeks were glowing so much that it was visible in the dark.

"So, ah, if you… don't want to, you can still try to catch that last train," Musashi offered, finally letting go of his hand and took a step aside so that Sakuraba had a clear line to run the remaining meters to the station. He looked up almost hopefully through his bangs though.

For a moment, Sakuraba contemplated taking this offer of leaving, just because he respected the other's honesty and courtesy. On the other hand, he really liked Musashi so far, thus he was pretty sure that he would still like him if they really proceeded further in their relationship. He was just not sure if should lose his virginity like this… But, if Musashi did not know that he was still a virgin, he could pretend that he was none and they could just… bond further(1). Also, what did it matter to whom he lost his virginity? For now Musashi was his best choice and after a little reconsideration, he decided that he was definitely the best choice that had ever offered to him.

So, Sakuraba decided to take it like a man, took a deep breath and looked determinedly at Musashi. "That's… not necessary. Let's go," he said and extended his hand again, this time offering it to the older looking one.

Musashi looked at his hand, now looking as if he was not ready to take this offer and Sakuraba smiled a little. He was somehow reassured that he was not the only nervous one here and closed another few centimeters between them, touching the other's large hand gently.

The shadow over Musashi's face vanished and he smiled back, albeit a little wryly. Then he took his hand with a strong grip, nodded almost unnoticeably and pulled Sakuraba off into the opposite direction of the station, away from the street with the café as well.

Musashi's hand was rough in Sakuraba's, large, but incredibly warm. Although, his fingertips were cold as ice as they touched the back of the blond's hand. Ohjo's receiver did not really notice that though, because his own fingers suddenly got very cold and he was barely able to feel anything with them. Thus, he was glad that Musashi held on so tightly to his hand, otherwise he would have definitely lost his grip on the other's hand.

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It was not Sakuraba's first time to a love hotel, but it was the first time that he paid. Of course Musashi made the first move to pay, but the blond insisted that he had invited him for that day and since he had been late, it was even more his duty to pay. He felt a little clumsy doing the paying and was glad when Musashi took the money from his shaking hands, organized their room and led him there in the end.

Sakuraba's heart was beating so fast, he was so nervous, but all of that vanished after the door behind him was closed and locked and Musashi attacked him with another kiss. This time it was not a quick, light kiss like the one they shared before, but a hungry, deep French kiss, that was only emphasized in its intensity by the force with which the stronger one pushed him against the door.

Mewling helplessly, Sakuraba was only able to respond to the kiss with the same intensity. He choked a bit on the other's tongue as it invaded his mouth a little too far, but Musashi noticed his discomfort immediately, backed up a little, inhaled deeply with the kiss and took things a little slower afterwards. He took time to explore Sakuraba's mouth, while his hands were already busy pushing the clothes off of him. His jacket landed somewhere on the floor next to him, Musashi's followed and was soon joined by their t-shirts.

Sakuraba moaned as he felt the other's calloused hands moving over his body, his torso, front and sides and although he wanted to reciprocate the movements, he was only able to wrap his arms around the other's shoulders and hold him close, losing himself in their ongoing kiss. He managed to ruffle Musashi's hair though, digging his fingers deep into the black tresses as he pushed his pelvis against the other's hard body.

Musashi bit back a moan, stilling his movements for a heartbeat and Sakuraba was able to feel the other's penis through the fabric of their clothes. He blushed deeply as he felt it poking his thigh, but he knew it would not be visible, because he was already flushed all over.

"Bed?" Musashi asked, his voice nothing more than a deep dark rumble in the back of his throat.

Sakuraba moaned, but managed to nod and soon found himself shoved a few steps until he stumbled and fell down on the bed. Musashi was over him within a heartbeat and quickly resumed their kiss, his hands slipping beyond the waistband of his jeans.

This time, the blond was trying to busy himself though and fumbled with the zipper of the other's pants, just to find out that he had already opened his pants and he just needed to slip his hand inside. Curious, he cupped the other's front, just to blush at the sheer size of it. His own was definitely not that big…

Nevertheless, he rubbed his hand over it, feeling how it twitched in the confines of the other's boxer shorts and moaned softly as he imagined what it would feel like in his hand naked. Above him, Musashi obviously seemed to approve of his moves, because he moaned deeply, shivering slightly with Sakuraba's touches.

"Take it off," he said, moving his hips until Sakuraba got the hint. Quickly he sat up, pushed off the other's jeans from his hips as Musashi knelt in front of him, watching the bulge in his boxers with fascinated curiosity, just to push off the last bit of garment from the delicious, work-hardened body in front of him.

"It's… big…" the blond could help but stare at the penis that was standing up in his general direction.

Above him, Musashi chuckled sheepishly. "Yes, I was told… sorry…"

Shaking his head, Sakuraba replied, "No, it's okay, the bigger the better, you know?" He grinned impishly.

Musashi snorted. "If that's what you think, then it's fine with me."

But Sakuraba did not exactly hear what he said anymore. In fact, he was more curious to touch the other's erection and gingerly wrapped his hand around it. As he gave it a few tugs, he heard the older looking one moan above him, one of his hands coming down to his shoulder to steady him.

The blond smiled to himself and continued these movements and then tried out something he never thought he would do to an almost complete stranger: He opened his mouth and licked over the other's mushroom-shaped head as he pushed down the foreskin with his hand.

Musashi above him cursed, purred like a lion and moaned, altogether, which encouraged Sakuraba further. He started to suck on the entire head, taking it almost completely into his mouth, while his hand kept on moving up and down. Hearing the other moan again made him become even bolder – for his standards – and he started to push the other's erection deeper into his mouth, rubbing over the sensitive head with his tongue.

Listening to the other's moans, he was happy that he was doing things right and kept on doing what came to his mind. Musashi cursed a few more times before he finally pulled Sakuraba away from his erection. The blond had saliva all around his swollen lips and he was licking away some precum that hung in the corner of his mouth. Musashi swallowed hard and had to close his eyes for a moment before he opened his mouth to speak.

"Stop," he said, his voice hoarse and raspy and he had to clear his throat first. "Stop, or I'll cum… And I don't want to yet."

"But…" Sakuraba started, not sure what it meant for him if they did not continue this now.

"Just… relax, okay? I can't promise anything, but I'll do my best to make it feel good for you," Musashi explained as he climbed off the bed and helped the blond out of his trousers.

Sakuraba inhaled sharply as the relatively cold air around them suddenly his own erection, revealing that it was already fully erect as well. He felt Musashi's eyes on him, looking him over and looking right through him and if he had not been naked he would have felt naked after all, since the other's look was so intense.

Wiggling a bit back so that he was completely on the bed, he tried to look up in a sexy way, silently asking the obviously more experienced one what to do. The other just motioned for him to turn around and went to get some things out of the drawer next to the bed.

Moaning as the fabric of the covers stimulated his erection, Sakuraba watched curiously, what Musashi was doing, but unluckily he did not see much. The only hint he got in the end was a warm hand parting his ass-cheeks and a slippery finger trying to push inside his anus.

Sakuraba bit back a surprised yelp, bit into the covers instead and tried to do what Musashi asked him to do before, relax. When he finally managed to do that, he realized that he already had the other's middle finger deep inside his ass. He wanted to protest that it was dirty and that he would take a shower first to try and make it cleaner, but obviously Musashi did not seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to be really impatient, because he soon inserted a second finger, widening Sakuraba further.

The blond winced slightly at the unknown feeling of having his anus stretched this wide open, but on the other hand it felt really good, too. For a moment Sakuraba wondered if he was really weird feeling that way, but then Musashi pushed another finger inside of him, hooking them all a bit and hit a spot inside of him that made him see stars.

Surprised, Sakuraba let out a yelp that turned into a deep moan and he pushed back against these fingers, completely involuntarily.

"That good?" Musashi rasped next to his ear and Sakuraba only managed a wild nod.

"Good…" And with that, he pulled back his fingers, leaving the blond strangely empty and wanting more. He looked up with a pout, just to see the older looking one put a condom over his erection. Watching fascinated how Musashi rubbed over it a few times, spreading some lotion over it, Sakuraba almost missed how he stopped that movement and positioned himself behind him.

He could feel the other trying to get the right angle, but somehow it was never right. Frustrated, he heaved a sigh, made a grab over the blond's head for one of the pillows.

"Lift your hips," Musashi mumbled and Sakuraba complied, moaning when the pillow was shoved under his pelvis. As he lowered himself back down, he felt strangely exposed, but it also felt a little more comfortable when Musashi tried to enter him again.

In fact, it felt incredible when he finally did, the huge piece of flesh almost tearing him in two. Sakuraba groaned and clawed his hands into the bed sheets, but pushed back nevertheless.

"Fuck," Musashi moaned as well. "…tight…"

Sakuraba would have blushed further if that had been possible. But he was already flushed all over, so the only thing that he could do was bury his face in the covers. He refaced quickly though when Musashi started moving.

"Aah!" he moaned, pushing back instinctively while the other moved in and out of his ass, brushing over that spot that he touched earlier almost regularly. The blond squeezed his eyes shut and kept on moaning, trying to change the angle himself so that Musashi would touch that spot more frequently.

Suddenly, the smaller one changed his whole stance though and came to lie down on the taller one's back and thus finally hit his sweet spot repeatedly. Sakuraba could not stop moaning anymore and he pushed back desperately as the blankets provided much needed delicious friction on his leaking erection until he finally felt like the world around him was imploding and pushed a wave of orgasm over him.

His movements ceased into little spasms as Musashi behind him rode out his orgasm, making it the source of his own and he plunged his cock deep inside Sakuraba, almost triggering another from the blond. Afterwards he collapsed down on his back, breathing heavily as he was totally spent.

Sakuraba was breathing as heavily, his hair was sticking to his forehead by the sweat, but he was also very satisfied. More than even after having caught a long pass from Takami-san, and god, that was seldom.

"…You're alright?" Musashi asked as he brushed away some blond strands from his sticky forehead.

"Mhm," Sakuraba purred, arching his back a little as he tried to capture the other's lips in a kiss. Unfortunately, he was not able to as the distance between then was too big and the angle was rather awkward. Thus Musashi pushed himself up and slipped out of Sakuraba, threw away the condom with one fluid motion and crawled up back on the bed to Sakuraba, who immediately cuddled up to him.

"…Can we do that again?" the blond asked, sounding a little sheepish.

"…Now?" Musashi replied in a slightly amused tone.

"Not… right now… But in a few moments?" he pleaded.

The carpenter chuckled softly. "Sounds good to me."

(1) Okay, I know I have to explain this. Since this is set in Japan and I was reading a very interesting book about Japan this year, in which the author said that Japanese Youths have their "wild times" during their High School Years, not like in America or Germany during their university time. So, um… Yeah, High School time is when they experiment. Afterwards they're… the normal perverts that they always are in society. xD So, um, this story is my manifesto to that chapter in that book I read. @.@ I know, it's not what you wanted to hear now and a lot of you will probably shocked by the easiness that Sakuraba gave up his virginity without telling Musashi, but I guess that's what it takes.