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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2635 -:- 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
- 39
- 40
A/N: WARNINGS: Angst into LEMONY play. This is a raw draft, but I am posting it now since I have not done any updates for so long. I will revise and replace as soon as I am able. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter, despite my having chopped it a bit
CHAPTER 40
Stepping into their suite, Keisuke locked the door as Takumi limped into the adjacent bedroom. With a soft, uneasy sigh, Takumi propped his cane against the wall beside the bed. Following Takumi into the room, Keisuke wrapped his arms around his life mate from behind.
"Are you okay, my own?"
"I'm fine, Lover."
Feeling Takumi's hand lift to caress his forearm, Keisuke buried his nose in his beloved's amber hair. "I noticed your eyes have been a murky blue-gray all evening. Want to tell me everything bothering you?"
"Doesn't matter."
"Che. Wrong answer, Dear Heart. Are you worried about Itsuke relapsing because of us going through with the Love Legacy ceremony this afternoon? Itsuke's still recovering from the compound, so I wouldn't be surprised if he has another deep depression because we sealed our vows to each other."
"Itsuke isn't a problem since he insisted that we go through with the ceremony. He honestly believes we belong together, or he would have kept his mouth shut when Sobo san pissed us both off by giving Itsuke crap about Hikaru. All I'm worried about is the recommendation hearing . . . and next week's schedule."
"Want to tell me about your concerns? You'll feel better if you talk, My Own."
Takumi's lips thinned, brows plunging into a sharp v as he leaned his head at an angle to look up at Keisuke's face. Expressive eyes began filling with emerald shards. "Next week's schedule is packed, Lover. I don't like knowing that we'll be away from Hikaru almost until the hearing date. If anything goes wrong, Hikaru will have lost time he should be spending with you."
"Hikaru will be fine with Ojisan and Itsuke. He prefers them over me any day. I bet you're still angry about Leamas sama telling you not to attend the recommendations hearing also." Keisuke responded while keeping Takumi trapped against his chest.
"The slave compounds forced the kēsatsukan to suspend almost all of their normal procedures because of the sheer numbers of victims needing medical attention. Once the panel gives the court judges' their recommendations, everything changes back to normal procedures. I don't want to see Hikaru lose time with you right now, Lover. I'm not his otosān. You are." Takumi sounded almost lifeless.
"True, but you shouldn't worry about the hearing. My attorney assured me that any charges Walking Man might face won't be severe. The overwhelming evidence proves that we saved lots of lives. The evidence is enough to prevent any major penalties. If you're anxious about viewing your inheritance, obāsan's going to catalog the furniture you inherit so she can find the right place for us. I've gotten permission to go with you to Gunma, even if Hikaru has to stay with ojīsan. We can enjoy exploring your new vacation home also. It may be the last chance we'll get to be completely alone for a long while, My Own."
Turning within his hold, Takumi glared at him. "I can't believe you'd say something that stupid, Keisuke. If this case was remotely normal, you would've been sitting in jail getting cross examined from day one. At the recommendation hearing the judges can order every Walking Man member arrested and put all the normal procedures back in place. How can you be so carefree about any of this when you could be detained for questioning for almost a full month, or even get sent to prison?"
"Calm down, Takumi. Focus on the next few days' schedule instead of the recommendation hearing. Obāsan has to find out how much room we need for your furniture before she can get us the right sized place. If you want, we can even move to Tokyo so you can focus on getting into the pro circuit. Trust me, okay?"
Takumi growled, eyes glowing green fire as he struggled to get free. "My gut says something bad is going to happen at the hearing, and the only thing I can think of, . . . is you getting arrested. If any of the judges at the recommendations hearing happen to hate bisexuals, you're screwed! Considering you publicly declared your feelings for me, there's a huge possibility of you getting arrested and locked up, Keisuke. Hikaru and I won't get to see you at all for nearly a month, if we get lucky enough to see you after the cross examinations, . . . before you got to trial. So don't you dare tell me not to worry! Public opinion won't insure that Hikaru gets spared the stigma of you getting charged with murder or whatever the judges might decide to pursue."
Releasing Takumi, Keisuke asked with a narrowed gaze, "Is this one of your unexplainable knowings, or are you simply making yourself ill without cause, Takumi? You've evaded talking about your inheritance every single time the subject presents itself. Aside from the day you received the journal and pictures, you haven't looked at anything in Haruko san's journal or photo album. Doushite, Takumi?"
Something akin to desperation flashed across his spouse's features. "I know something bad is going to happen at the hearing. If only I could get something more specific, I wouldn't be so afraid of you attending it." Yet again Takumi side stepped the subject of his inheritance completely.
Drawing his sulking soul mate back into his arms, Keisuke heaved his own sigh over how completely Takumi evaded the subject of his inheritance. Keisuke did not blame Takumi for fearing the hearings that would decide all of Walking Man's fate. Yet using it as a crutch to evade his past was not a good sign. Learning that for close to fifteen years he wrongly assumed he had been abandoned by Haruko Rin had devastated Takumi. Still, Takumi's extreme aversion to the subject of his inheritance was overwhelmingly strong. After Takumi learned of the inheritance, he became twice as reticent about his childhood. All Keisuke could do was push Takumi to discuss the subject.
Hirata, Takumi's fiduciary, arranged for an early furniture and vacation home viewing so Takumi could decide how best to handle his new property. Keisuke was getting very worried about Takumi's increasing resistence to anything that involved Haruko Rin. The furniture needed to be seen so his grandmother could get the right apartment, and have the furniture delivered once Takumi took possession. Without knowing how much space was required for the furniture, it was impossible for his grandmother to determine which apartment was best suited to their needs. How would his darling cope in their new place if he was surrounded by furnishings he could not tolerate? Knowing it would take time for Takumi to relax Keisuke played along with the latest evasion.
"At least the full Love Legacy is ours now, My Own. I've sometimes wondered if I was only able to find you in time because you were wearing your necklace. Considering your odd ability to know things in advance, if the Love's Legacy does have the power to protect genuine love, you'll pick up on it soon. Maybe it will be able to calm you down since I seem to be failing miserably."
Eyes softening while staring into his eyes for several moments, Takumi nodded. "Despite my ring being loose, I've felt my hand tingling since the ceremony. When I was in the compound, I sometimes felt like the necklace was pulsing. Just wish I knew something specific about this increasingly bad feeling I've got about the recommendation hearing that you have to attend. I really want to go with you."
"Leamas sama said you shouldn't be at the recommendation hearing because they may show evidence. You nearly died several times in December because of the compound abuse. Don't ask me to risk you getting hurt again because I'll out stubborn you! Maybe we should cancel our plans and figure something else out with your inheritance while we've still got time to change our itinerary."
"So I'm supposed to blindly wait for you to come back to the flat after the hearing is over? How's it fair if I learn you've been arrested on the damned nightly news instead of seeing you walk through the door, Keisuke?" Takumi grumbled in a childish tone.
Tightening his hold on Takumi, Keisuke spoke from the heart. "I love you, and I can't stand it when you're hurting. Seeing video footage of your imprisonment nearly destroyed me, so I can't imagine how you could withstand seeing video evidence that reminds you of your own tortures. I'm afraid you'll have a really horrible flashback or panic attack, Takumi. Leamas sama said you need to avoid the recommendation hearing because of the possibility of evidence getting submitted to back every recommendation that is given."
"How about I wait outside while you're in the courtroom? I'd feel some relief because I'll know as soon as you do how the authorities choose to deal with the recommendations. Can we agree to compromise on this, Keisuke? My gut says I have to be near you or things are going to go sour."
"On one condition." Keisuke blurted.
"Eh?" Takumi pulled away, dropping onto the bed with a confused look.
"Explain your refusal to talk about your inheritance. Once you inherit the furniture, you're going to have to look at it daily. I get the idea you don't want to think about Haruko Rin. We need to sort this out, My Own."
Staring at his hands, Takumi responded in a dull tone. "Hirata san said she may have been murdered, Lover. Or, she committed suicide because of having been so badly beaten that she couldn't handle remembering it."
Keisuke forced Takumi's chin up so he could meet his eyes. "Is it the thought that you were wrong about her all those years that's got you dreading this trip so much?"
Takumi shook his head. "The possibility that Oyaji may have had any part in her death is something I can't handle, Lover."
Keisuke stared at Takumi. Although the documents about Haruko Rin seeking custody of Takumi could insinuate the possibility, Keisuke had not considered Fujiwara Bunta capable of murder. Drunken fits of violence when Takumi was much younger had been a real problem, but cold blooded murder . . . ?
"Do you actually think Oyaji san could actually kill Rin san, Takumi?"
"I don't know, Keisuke. Oyaji could have hurt her bad enough that she committed suicide later, but my gut says the evidence doesn't fit that conclusion. My gut says someone actually murdered her." Takumi jerked away from him and flopped back onto the mattress to stare at the ceiling. "Can we change the subject now, Keisuke?"
Sliding next to his upset mate on the bed, Keisuke wrapped his arms around his shaken spouse. "Take it easy, My Own. I'll cancel the viewing, and arrange to have the furniture sold once you inherit so you don't have any reminders."
"I won't sell anything Haru chan left me. Plus, I'm far more worried about the hearing in a couple weeks than I am about my inheritance. I want to focus on spending time with you and Hikaru, . . . without distractions. Deal?" Takumi's expression pleaded for acceptance.
Several difficulties within their initial relationship sprang from Takumi's lifelong expectation of abandonment. Learning that Haruko Rin had died years before had made Takumi's fears of losing loved ones stronger. Worse, those fears were exacerbated by his abduction, and abuse in the slave compound. Keisuke knew Takumi was constantly pushing himself beyond all reasonable expectations to keep everyone happy. Watching as Takumi fretted over Hikaru getting placed in a painful situation because of the hearing in a couple weeks was maddening. Compounded experiences and fears were backing his partner into deeper emotional corners every single day.
"The way you're acting makes me think it's better to auction off the furniture. You've been through horrible enough experiences without adding anything more to the list, Dear Heart. If you fall apart now, Hikaru won't be able to rely on you when he still needs you most. You seem very sure that there will be a problem at the hearing, so I'm not discounting anything you've said. If I get charged for anything major, the last thing Hikaru needs to see is his Oyaji falling apart. You're the only one who truly reaches him right now. If your inheritance is going to make things worse, then don't keep anything from Haruko Rin's estate. The money you get by selling everything can be used to get new furniture that won't hurt you to see everyday."
"Keisuke, stop trying to convince me to sell Haru chan's furniture. Nobody tried to find Haru chan's killer; so I'm pissed about the way she was written off by the authorities. Until I calm down, I won't talk about Haru chan, so . . . Drop It!" Takumi bit out.
Looking down at his emerald eyed spouse, Keisuke knew Takumi was serious. "Gomen, My Own. My suggestions are simply given because I'm so worried about you. At least understand that I really want to see you have a little more peace."
Takumi heaved a sigh and frowned for several seconds. Without warning, the amber haired man's expression shifted toward a smirk. Grabbing the back of his head, Takumi drew him into a sweetly seductive kiss. In the back of Keisuke's mind the grumble that Takumi was derailing him on purpose flared before he completely caved to the magnetic lips contouring to his own.
"You're impossible, Lover. But, if you weren't, I wouldn't love you so much." Takumi spoke against his mouth.
Keisuke chuckled, and settled into another offered kiss. Derailed on purpose or not, Keisuke had no complaints as Takumi did what he excelled at naturally, placing heart and soul into physical action. Forgiveness, adoration, and need of connection flowed perfectly from Takumi's mouth into him. Feather light into deep and passionate lip locks lured him into sensual abandon with his fully recognized spouse. This was one of their own special ways of speaking that words could never hope to convey with half so much meaning.
Having Takumi completely to himself was a wonderful change of pace. Much as Keisuke truly enjoyed watching Takumi driven into new pinnacles of mindless ecstacy when wedged between himself and Itsuke, he had begun to miss one on one, slow burning perfection of having Takumi's undivided attention. They had their own deep understanding of each other that was fast reawakening now that they were alone.
Shifting his head to nibble on an ear lobe sent shivers through Takumi's body. Delighting in his partner's scent and honest responses as his tongue and teeth grazed along a strong thrumming pulse point to the top of Takumi's collar bone increased Keisuke's ardor. His fingers made short work of the buttons on Takumi's dress shirt. The feel of Takumi's fingers kneading his shoulders through his shirt, while giving full access of his neck kindled memories of how uniquely sensitive Takumi was when they made love. Taking full advantage of all the erotic zones he had memorized during their time together, Keisuke reacquainted himself with each and every one of them as he traveled ever lower, licking, nibbling, caressing, and teasing Takumi's body.
Awareness of how hot Takumi got when his chest was into peak sensitivity, Keisuke turned up the heat by tormenting the closest nipple he uncovered. Few men had such sensitive nubs, but Takumi's were hard wired to his manhood. Licking and lightly worrying the taut flesh insured a reflexive canting of Takumi's hips, accompanied by a seductive groan. Sliding a hand down to cup Takumi's cloth covered crotch, Keisuke was pleased to feel his spouse's erection tenting his pants. Sucking and stroking both points in tandem, Keisuke reveled in Takumi's increased squirming and softly panted breaths.
Turning the tables, Takumi's hand slid over his rock hard pants tenting erection. A light gripping action was added to the mix a moment later. Heat rocketed up Keisuke's spine. The feel of perfect friction slipping over his own sensitive sex made Keisuke shudder. He felt his pant snap release. The sound of his zipper unraveling as his engorged manhood was liberated from the constricting fabric brought a low groan to Keisuke's throat.
In seconds he was following Takumi's lead by helping to strip all of their mutual clothing away. Twisting his upper body so he was leaning over Takumi, Keisuke brought their mouths together. Takumi answered with equal hunger for contact. With Takumi flat on his back, Keisuke slipped his hips sideways, his engorged penis bumping against his younger lover's twitching length. Hands roamed over bare skin, quickly finding each other's begging arousals. Stroking each other's lengths at the same time, their lips continued to overlap and cling. Tongues battled for supremacy as mutual pleasure escalated.
The feel of Takumi's hand sliding over his throbbing hardness as his own did the same to Takumi's weeping length was indescribably right. Passion engulfed them in a cocoon of love as they brought each other closer to orgasm through touch. Simultaneous strokes increased the joy of indulging in each other's bodies to a higher pitched fever. Although Keisuke truly enjoyed the feel of being milked by Takumi's seductive body, the pure rapture of simply giving mutual caresses held an equally beautiful place in their lovemaking. Uncomplicated by their mild tussles for dominance, they reveled in their genuine accord. Every mingled breath, physical shiver, and matched hand stroke brought them closer together emotionally. Without concern for who would dominate and who would receive, they moved each other into higher levels of pleasure together.
In some respects, mutual masturbation could be even better than full blown sexual gratification. Emotionally, it filled a spiritual need for connection that full blown sex could never gratify. Without demands for one's submission to the other, they both melded tighter together, sharing a single gasped breath, and an intimate caress. The sharper the demands of their bodies were for release, the more synchronized their movements. Spiraling out of control, Keisuke was the first to reach climax.
"Now I can finish you off the way I adore most," he purred with a leer.
On the heels of his declaration, Keisuke slipped down Takumi's body. Positioning himself between Takumi's legs, Keisuke added his tongue and mouth to pleasing his beloved. Adding suction to his hand's friction got the desired result. Takumi did not last long once he got serious about getting his younger mate off. With his trademark seductive movements and small sound, Takumi released with a shiver. Skimming up Takumi's body, Keisuke was amused as Takumi finished cleaning away to evidence of his eruption. Pulling his younger lover into his arms as soon as Takumi would allow, Keisuke nuzzled his hair with his nose.
"Been a while since we were alone for the night. Shall we make the most of it, Dear Heart?"
"Of course. I said I wanted to focus on spending time with you without distractions didn't I?" Takumi responded with a stretch that ended with his arms wrapped around Keisuke's shoulders.
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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series