Fairytale Gone Bad

They did it another two times that night, once with Sakuraba on his back and the second time he was riding Musashi who was flat on his back, taking his time to explore which movements he liked best and just how deep he could take the other in that position.

In the very end, after pushing Musashi really far, Sakuraba also received a lazy blowjob from the carpenter. It was his very last orgasm for that night and also his probably most powerful one, because afterwards he blacked out straight.

It took several hours for him to wake up again, because when he did, Musashi was sitting next to him on the bed, dressed in his jeans and T-shirt. He smelled of soap and shampoo, but did not look like he just took a shower. Instead, he was slowly smoking a cigarette, savoring each drag like it was something special. The whole scene was unbelievably sexy.

"What time is it?" Sakuraba asked sleepily, his face pressed against a fresh pillow, his naked body covered by soft sheets.

"It's almost 5 a.m.," Musashi said softly, his face full of something Sakuraba couldn't quite place a finger on. "I can drive you home, if you want to."

"Why don't you… just join me here?" Sakuraba offered, still happily sated from their earlier activities.

Smiling softly, Musashi extended a hand and ran it gently through blond locks. Closing his eyes, Sakuraba mewled contently and leaned against the soft touch.

"I'm sorry… I'm really, really sorry."

"For what?" Sakuraba asked, puzzled by the regret that was clearly visible on the other's face.

"For… for this. All of this," Musashi sighed. "You… Did you have sex before?"

The question caught Sakuraba completely off guard. He blushed deeply and hid his face in the pillow. "…Was it that obvious?"

"Well… No, not really. It's just… Well," the older looking one sighed, "let's just say that it was intuition. Look, I don't know what you… you expect me to be. But I'm certainly not what you want me to be."

Musashi's firm words should have broken his heart, but somehow they were like balm on his conscience. Sakuraba closed his eyes with a sigh, the image of Musashi being his knight in shining armor shattering into thousand little pieces, being replaced by the picture that had been there all the time before the day before yesterday. Sakuraba was on the battlefield with his comrades, Shin and Ootawara fighting in the front lines, taking one enemy down after the other, while he and Takami-san stood behind them, trying to figure out the best route to get past the enemy's defenses.

In this picture, there was no place for Musashi. In this picture, nobody came to save Sakuraba, because he had to find his way alone. And it felt so much better than the one in which he was the princess, no matter how much more comfortable the latter seemed to be.

"…Then… why did you pick me?" the blond asked silently, not looking up from the pillow because he suddenly feared what he would see in the other's eyes. He did not want to see the pity.

To his great surprise, he heard Musashi clear his throat in obvious embarrassment. "Actually, I'm… uh, well… You see, I, um, well, it's actually hard to explain…"

Sakuraba chuckled, finally looking up through his bangs at the other. "My first thought when I saw you was that you were goddamn sexy."

Musashi blinked, obviously taken by surprise by the blond's revelation. Then he snorted softly with bemusement. "Well, yeah, those were kind of my thoughts."

Sakuraba started to chuckle, but it soon turned into full-fleshed laughter, which the other soon joined. The blond rolled over until he lay on his back, his hand shielding his over-sensitive eyes, his laughter already ebbing down.

"So," he sighed, "this is it?"

"I think so," Musashi nodded.

This time, it was Sakuraba who snorted with bemusement. "It's a pity you know, I already pictured us as the perfect couple."

Smiling impishly, the older one replied, "Well, we could have been. We have many things in common. But I think that neither your management nor my father would approve of this kind of relationship…"

"Oh, there are more gay people doing what I do than you can imagine," Sakuraba admitted, remembering the only other time that he was inside of a love hotel. Thinking back now it seemed like complete foolery that this other guy had managed to talked him into such a thing and carry it out so far. Luckily, Sakuraba also knew some self-defense-techniques and flew from the scene before anything could have happened.

"Some of them even work for porn productions. At least that's what I was told," he added quickly as he saw Musashi's look of disbelief.

"I see that you're not really new to all of this," Musashi chuckled. "It's fine, you don't need to tell me more it may only be used against you in the future."

"You're not going to tell anything of this to Hiruma, are you?" Sakuraba suddenly asked, terrified. Bad enough that he had been threatened to pose for pictures by Deimon's demonic quarterback, he would rather have it that he knew nothing of this little adventure or he would not be able to see the end of this.

"Hell, no!" Musashi said quickly. "It would not only be bad for you, it would be even worse for me."

"I bet! You're closer to him, I bet he blackmails you every time he sees you!"

"Actually… no. Hiruma… never blackmailed me into anything. Although he had more than just one opportunity to do so," Musashi mumbled, suddenly having a very distant look in his eyes.

"Really? I… never thought that he could be close to anybody without blackmailing them to do so…" Sakuraba remarked, receiving a dark look from Musashi.

"Don't think so badly of him", the older one chided. "That's how he likes to come across to most people, but he's actually very dedicated and devoted to those he considers as his friends."

Suddenly Sakuraba came to a realization. "…You… you're in love with him… right?"

Looking at him with incredibly big eyes, Musashi asked, "What makes you think that?"

The blond chuckled, noting very well the pinkness of the other's ears. "It's just… I've got someone I'm in love with, too. And I refuse to let others know, but I get angry every time somebody badmouths them."

"Is that so?" Musashi chuckled. "Then we've got even more in common, but I think my case is more complicated than yours."

Not wanting to deepen the topic further, Sakuraba just laughed it off, his mind already drifting to his every day schedule. Luckily today was Sunday, but knowing Miracle Itoh he'd probably show up upon his doorstep and drag him back to the photo shoot that he left so early before. He would spend the rest of the day in bed though, doing the homework that he missed.

"Can I take a shower before you drive me home?" Sakuraba asked, looking forward to going home.

"Sure. I'll be waiting here for you." Musashi nodded.

"Thank you," the blond smiled, wrapped the covers around him as he got up and walked over to the bathroom, picking up his clothes before though. As soon as he closed the door behind him, he heard the TV Set being switched on, but he did not really care what Musashi watched.

While he showered though, he tried to wrap his mind around what he just did. He went to a Love Hotel with an almost complete stranger to have sex with him. No matter how big the attraction between them was, the fact that this was going to remain a one-night-stand made him think that he had gone completely insane. His knees were shaking, and he had to support himself against the wall-tiles not to collapse down on the ground because he almost started to hyperventilate as he rationally thought over what he just did.

In fact, he felt like the whole world was crushing down on him. He told himself that it was not that bad, that it was just the first time and for a first time it was definitely better than anything else he heard of from friends or colleagues or read in some of these youth magazines. Also, he could say that his first time was with somebody he really liked and respected and that he was not talked into it by some pervert.

And although Musashi was rather perverted, he was trustworthy enough that he would not tell anybody about this little adventure. So, looking at it in retrospect, Sakuraba could say that he was very lucky, for going through an adventure like this without any bruises. It was just not the fairytale that he wanted.

So, as he finished his shower and dried himself, he resolved not to hope for any more fairytales in the future and work hard to achieve his dreams by himself.

And he would start that by actually paying attention to his training. Maybe then Shin would notice him as well.