Ukyo Married

Please don’t bother asking what inspired this semi-three way. I just write what my brain tells me to and my brain is a pervert. So much so, that I have the Japanese kanji for hentai tattooed on my left hip. I’m not joking.

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Kentaro studied Ukyo, noticing that she was wearing a bra and not her former chest bindings. These were too annoying to keep removing, so she had switched.

They had been lovers for three days now and in a few more days, her mother was expected. Although he was looking forward to seeing his Aunt Suki, Kentaro kind of wished that she would be called away for another week. With Mousse living with them, they had had to find rather creative places to make love.

Kentaro frowned for thinking ill of his friend. Mousse had been in a state of depression ever since that night; especially after Shampoo wouldn’t return his phone calls, begging her to be able to come home. He went into the girly bedroom to see how the other boy was doing, only to find him lying on the bed. Kentaro couldn’t resist a small smile, between the pink canopy bed and his long hair, Mousse resembled a teenaged girl more than a teenaged boy. “How are you holding up?” he asked.

“Fine” he replies, this had become his automatic response. He tried to limit his crying to nighttime hours, so that his soft sobs wouldn’t bother his temporary roommates.

“Can I see your ribs?” Kentaro asked, touching the edge of Mousse’s borrowed t-shirt. He was too polite to pull it up without permission.

“Knock yourself out” said a slightly impatient and depressed Mousse.

Kentaro lifted the shirt and gazed with sympathy at his friend’s badly bruised side. It made Kentaro sad that the person responsible for Mousse’s emotional and physical pain was also his beloved. He took a seat gingerly on a chair meant for a little girl’s tea party. “She still won’t talk to you?” he observed.

Mousse looked away to hide the tears that sprang to his eyes “no” he said in almost a whisper. “The only message I got from her was through Cologne, and that was ‘Mousse is weak duck boy and Shampoo no want to see. Ranma is too too powerful man, make good husband and strong girl children’” Mousse replied in a good imitation of her butchered Japanese.

“Do you want to talk about it? What set off the argument?” he asked.

“Ranma had won movie passes to a movie that Shampoo wanted to see, so she thought that he would take her, but he’d already asked Akane to go. So Shampoo was hurt. I wanted to make her feel better, so I asked her if she wanted to go with me instead. After that, it’s all a blur of horrible Japanese, flying fists and eventually a chair joined in with the rest. Then she told me to leave and that she never wanted to see me again.” Mousse said sadly.

“Mousse, no one should have to live like that” chided Kentaro. “I wish you would let me help you. I can offer you a job as a restaurant manager and I would find you a place to live. Or you could work for your cousin; he already told me that you’re welcome in his house. You would just have to come back to Kyoto with me” Kentaro said persuasively.

Mousse looked away “I know that you’re trying to help and I appreciate it. But if Shampoo isn’t there; then I can’t go” he said softly.

“I want you to think about what this love is costing you and ask yourself if it’s worth it. You are losing any chance of having a life of your own, your self respect and your very health. I’m not going to tell you what I do. I’m not you and I’ve never been in love before” Kentaro said softly to the sad boy.

“You want to know what being in love is like? Its pain and suffering. Torture that never seems to stop no matter how many times you say the safe word” Mousse said bitterly. “Yes my body hurts, but that’s nothing compared to here” he said, placing his hand to his left breast.

“Mousse you’re only sixteen, you have years yet! You’ll find a woman worthy of you; one who’ll return your love and treat you decently” Kentaro said.

“I only want her!” Mousse said and started sobbing. Kentaro stroked his shoulder until he cried himself to sleep. He sat back in the too-small chair and watched the vulnerable looking boy sleep. Of the people that he’d met in Nerima, he liked Mousse the best. He felt oddly protective of him. Mousse made Kentaro wonder what he could have been like if he didn’t have his lovingly protective misguided family and been born to wealth and privilege. What if he’d been born into a more primitive place where the males were treated like second class citizens? How would he have survived? Mousse had; even though he was considered damaged goods by Amazon standards, the lowest of the low. He’d been relegated to being an outsider even amongst his own sex, because of his blindness. Kentaro then tried to imagine leaving the only home that he’d ever known; to follow the girl he loved to an alien place where the language and customs were odd to him. Only to be beaten and ridiculed by her because that was normal in their relationship. How could he cheerfully accept her slings and arrows on a daily basis and always go back for more?

Kentaro didn’t like Mousse in a sexual way. Kentaro had always known his gender preference. He had no problem with hugging other males, but didn’t wish to make love to one. Mousse needed a level of comfort right now that Kentaro couldn’t provide, even if he had been gay. Mousse couldn’t stand the feeling of male hands on his flesh. Too many males, who couldn’t win a wife, had made sexual advances on a seemingly vulnerable younger Mousse; seeing the beautiful boy as a way to relieve their sexual needs. Mousse had kicked their asses of course, Kentaro thought with a smile. However, this had made Mousse leery about accepting even innocent touches from another man. Kentaro himself had been lucky, the one time that a pedophile had made advances on him, his father had chased the pervert away. Mousse’s own father had died early. Mousse made Kentaro feel helpless. He couldn’t stay here forever and there was no way that Mousse would come with him. The lure of a place of his own, a job and family to turn to, hadn’t yielded any results. That meant that Mousse would have no one to turn to the next time that he was bleeding from the head at four in the morning. Ryoga might help him, but he only stumbled upon Nerima by accident once in a while. There was Ukyo. She said she would help Mousse, but she was so fixated on Ranma, that she would probably forget her promise in no time.

Kentaro stood and tiptoed to the bed. He carefully arranged a blanket over Mousse, he briefly touched his silky hair and whispered “I’ll find a way to make you better, I promise” and left the room. He joined Ukyo in the kitchen.

“Is he feeling better?” she asked with concern.

“Physically, he’s a little better. Emotionally, he’s a mess” Kentaro said with a frown.

“What does he need?” Ukyo asked.

“A positive experience in love would be the main thing, he has to learn that it doesn’t have to hurt and scar. A better girlfriend, a better life, a real job, supportive friends and family; take your pick he needs them all. All he has is zero confident and a fragile ego that’s getting worse everyday from being told that he’s a failure by the old bat and her wicked granddaughter.” he explained.

Ukyo said nothing, she had little positive to say on the subject of love. Love to her, was competition and proving oneself to be worthy of it. To keep a positive attitude in the face of adversity and to never let her Intended be alone with her main competitor, so that they might actually come to an understanding of their mutual feelings for each other. Love was a game that she intended to win. The only fly in the ointment stood right in front of her. When he had been just the annoyance of an easily divorced husband from a previously unknown arranged marriage, he’d been bad enough. But now that he was her lover, she found herself developing feelings for him. She found herself noticing things about him. How his eyes turned light green as he made love to her. How he shifted in his sleep and hugged her closer to him. How his smile made her feel warm inside. These observations annoyed Ukyo; especially when she found herself critically comparing Ranma to Kentaro. It was unbefitting for a fiancée to feel this way. ‘The cute fiancée, that’s what I am’ Ukyo reminded herself as she took Kentaro into her arms and kissed him, to show support over their mutual friend. Afterwards he pulled back and stroked her hair, while he stared into her eyes. ‘I love Ranma’ she thought resolutely.

Kentaro was helping with close up, when Ukyo ran upstairs with tears running down her face. He put down his broom and ran up after her. He eased her door open to find her face down on the bed. “Ukyo, what is it honey?” he asked as he stroked her heaving back.

“Akane and Ranma were here and she was wearing an engagement ring. I’ve lost him” she sobbed. “My life is over”

“That’s not true” he whispered. She turned over and kissed him desperately.

“Please, Ken I need to be made love to, I want to feel.....” she started, unable to finish the sentence.

“I know what you need” Kentaro assured her and reached into her nightstand for a condom, she stopped his hand. “I’m still safe. Just this once, can we do without it?” she asked.

He undressed the both them and with feather light touches, he prepared her until she was panting for him. Yet she started sobbing when he entered her, he made love to her with slow, even strokes while she clung to him in desire and sorrow at the same time. Each orgasm was practically a wail of grief. They were so absorbed in their love making, that they didn’t even see Mousse when he entered the room. He had been concerned about the sounds of grief that he had heard coming from Ukyo’s room. Kentaro had forgotten to close the door when he went in to see her.

“What are you doing? I thought you were cousins!” Mousse asked in shock.

Kentaro and Ukyo turned to look at him. Kentaro was glad that he shielded Ukyo from Mousse’s view. “No we aren’t. We aren’t actually related through family ties; we just said so to protect Ukyo’s reputation” he explained. “Ukyo got some bad news, so I’m comforting her in a sense” he said calmly, despite the almost comedic setting.

Mousse averted his blushing face; “sorry I interrupted” he stammered and turned to leave.

“Don’t go” Ukyo said, making a decision. “What you said earlier; he needs to be loved just much as me” she explained to Kentaro.

“I can’t offer this to him, anymore then he would accept it from me” Kentaro replied.

“From me” she stated.

“Are you sure?” Kentaro asked.

“Yes, Mousse please join us in the bed” she almost pleaded with him.

Mousse wasn’t sure what to do; he couldn’t do that! Not with a male and a female! “I won’t touch you, it would just be you touching Ukyo” Kentaro said.

Mousse felt like he was in a dream as he walked towards the bed, his feet seeming to bring him there of their own free accord. He lowered himself onto the bed beside Ukyo and she helped him take his pajamas off. She lay him down, on his undamaged side and put her arms around him, drawing him against her soft naked skin. He sighed when she gave him his first kiss.. She panted against his lips while Kentaro made love to her from behind. She caressed him, kissed him; exploring his smooth muscular frame. She encouraged Mousse to explore her breasts and stroke her clit while she was being made love to. Ukyo delighted at having two good-looking boys teasing her all erogenous zones. Her cries of joy escalated until she came furiously, gasping into Mousse’s mouth. Kentaro added his own shout a few minutes later.

Kentaro got up and watched while Ukyo turned her full attention on to Mousse. He watched as she tenderly stroked his body and moved him in to position comfortable for them both. Then, Kentaro left. He was a hentai, but felt that Mousse’s first time was sacred and should only be between Ukyo and himself. Kentaro tried to be jealous, but failed to. Ukyo was giving Mousse the comfort he needed by healing him with her body, the way Kentaro couldn’t.

Mousse gulped when she guided him gently onto his back, mindful of his injuries. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. Then those same hands cradled his balls while the other curled around his fully erect shaft. She carefully straddled his hips and brushed tip of his cock to against her pussy lips, coating him with her honey. She positioned him against her wet entrance and slowly impaled herself upon his length. Mousse moaned in ecstasy, to feel hot, silken walls embrace his cock for the first time in his life. His moans increased when she started riding him slowly, her own moans joining his. She never neglected kissing him, or caressing him, while she whispered sweet nothings to him; encouraging him to greater heights of pleasure. He moved with her while they made love. For once he felt good about himself; that he was desired and was providing this beautiful female with pleasure. He kissed her when she came on his cock and tightened his hand at her hip. Then leaning gingerly forward, he teased her breasts until she came again, this time he came with her. For the first time in years he felt alive, accepted and whole. She stroked his back when the tears started and eased him onto his side again. He was still within her, softening slowly and she didn’t seem to mind. “Thank you” he said.

“I wish I could say anytime; but I can’t Sugar” she said, kissing the last of his tears away.

“Once was enough. I feel better and no longer depressed” Mousse said in astonishment.

“Me too” she said and cuddled him some more.

Mousse joined Kentaro in the living room. “You’re not mad are you?” he asked apprehensively.

“No, if you were anyone else; you’d be dead. But it is you and she suggested it” he replied, giving Mousse an encouraging smile.

“If she isn’t your cousin, then what are you to each other?” Mousse inquired.

“She’s my wife” Kentaro said, then hastily added. “Don’t look like that” he said to Mousse’s look of horror over the fact that he had just made love to, not just a married woman, but his best friend’s wife! “Let me explain” and he did.

“So what’s going to happen now? Is she over Ranma?” Mousse asked.

Kentaro frowned “I guess it’s up to her whether she chooses him or she chooses me”

“I hope she chooses you” Mousse said.

“Me too” Kentaro said, lost in thought.