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Rurouni Kenshin Fan-Fic - GOJOU	By : KikueMugen Category: Rurouni Kenshin > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 10110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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* Ara - Oh! Oro! Ah. Aiyah!

“Let me have a look at you,” said Horie as he caught Nakuyo by the arm and turned the young man to face him. He immediately focused his sights on Nakuyo’s intense erection. “Why did you try to hide this from me?” Horie asked pointing directly at Nakuyo’s swollen flesh.

Nakuyo shrugged his shoulders. He didn’t dare to look into Horie’s eyes; for fear that his lord would see the passion in his eyes.

“Look at me Nakuyo,” Horie demanded. He tucked his fingers beneath Nakuyo’s chin and adjusted the young man’s view to capture his stare. “Look at me!” Horie shouted this time.

Nakuyo was beyond being startled. Fear made its way into the back of his throat and left a bitter taste beginning below his tongue, and then circled around its entirety. He was reminded how Horie could, at any moment, lose his temper, and there is no telling what could possibly happen. Nakuyo lifted his eyes to find Horie’s stern frown set upon his brows. “For… forgive…me—my lord,” Nakuyo squeaked the words out choppily with a meek, quivering voice.

“Hiding things from me will get you nowhere with me! Only my enemies hide things from me,” Horie hammered sternly in an irritated tone. “That is the reason why they are my enemies! They are all slithering sneaks. Every single one of those diseased crawling rats!” Horie released Nakuyo’s arm and casually walked over to the stack of folded towels. “Do you realize what I do to slithering sneaks?” Horie asked as he motioned to Nakuyo to approach him.

Nakuyo obeyed Horie’s summoning gesture, and he gingerly took the necessary steps to stand at face with his lord. “Do you end their lives?”

“Oh Buddha no,” Horie snickered.

“You don’t?" Nakuyo was surprised at Horie’s reply, for many people warned him about Horie’s volatile anger.

“Putting someone to death would be too easy for one who deserves punishment,” Horie replied. “If anyone crosses me, they are punished. If anyone betrays me, they not only deserve death, but they will be punished before death.” Horie placed a towel around Nakuyo’s neck. “You see Nakuyo… Death quickly relieves the suffering. What good is that to me? Should not the one who betrays me suffer?”

Nakuyo shrugged his shoulders.

“How would they suffer if I kill them? Hmmm?” Horie asked as he placed his hand upon Nakuyo’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to suffer,” Nakuyo said quickly. He looked up at Horie and realized that the frown, which his lord was wearing just moments before, was no longer upon Horie’s brow. “I don’t want to die either.”

“Of course you don’t,” Horie said as he took the towel from Nakuyo’s shoulders, placed it upon the young man’s head, and gave it a few pats in an awkward attempt to assist Nakuyo with drying the dripping locks. “I am hoping you’ll never betray me, thus giving me no reason to have to punish you.”

“No my lord, I don’t want to do that—ever.”

Nakuyo’s trimmed, young body was blatantly flaunting before Horie, for the young man’s erection remained riding against the groin, seemingly ready for anything. If it weren’t for the confusion Nakuyo was trying to straighten out in his mind, there would be no doubt that he would have initiated another sensual romp with his lord. However, innocence and perplexity over his own carnal driven desires, kept him at bay.

“Now come here, let us see what we can do with this,” said Horie with his index finger pointed at Nakuyo’s resilient manhood.

“I don’t know why it’s doing this,” Nakuyo said. He wanted to explain to Horie that his erection wasn’t intentional, but it was, well… It was just there.

“Relax Nakuyo. You’re young, take advantage of your youth.” Horie quickly snatched Nakuyo’s wrist in his hand and pulled the young man’s body against his own. “Even if you do not know how to enjoy your youth, I certainly will not allow it to go to waste.”

Nakuyo trembled within Horie’s strong arms. He’d never felt so vulnerable in all his life, for knowing Horie’s infamous reputation, and the unpredictable character that sanctioned the man to be quite insane at times, justified Nakuyo’s edge of fear. At the same time Nakuyo was drawn to Horie, for reasons he was still unsure of.

“Perhaps I will take you with me to my chambers tonight,” Horie said observing Nakuyo’s reaction to that. When Nakuyo not so much as flinched, Horie added, “Perhaps I will break you in as my own.”

The comment shot through Nakuyo like a lightening bolt. Had he heard right? His eyes had become as big as owl’s orbs on the hunt for a midnight feeding, and his heart thumped within his chest as through he had just completed running a mile, at least.

Horie pulled Nakuyo against his stirring organ. The thought of taking Nakuyo’s virgin portal had him anticipating the best to come. He ran his palms down Nakuyo’s back and scooped the young man’s buttocks into his grip, and then he squeezed. The underground lord’s lips parted, and then he let out a long sigh as he imagined deflowering his young page. In fact, it took Horie much effort to abandon the desire to do so right then and there. He decided that it would be better to toy with the idea instead.

“Let us take our meal before anything else,” Horie suggested as he pulled Nakuyo from him.

Relieved for the moment, but a little disappointed, Nakuyo was bewildered. It was impossible for him to figure out how Horie thought things through, but in his position, all Nakuyo could do was obey. He glanced at his unfailing erection and wished it would just go away, so he could at least face Horie without embarrassment.

“Nakuyo!”

“Yes Horie-sama?”

“My yukata,” Horie said as he clapped his hands together to signify that it was time for Nakuyo to move.

“Right away,” Nakuyo bowed, and then he rushed off to do Horie’s bidding.

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At the Kamiya Dojo everyone was already settling down after their meal. Saitou and Sano had already met together intimately, and they were enjoying their quiet time conversing in the dorm room they shared. Cho and Mitsu volunteered to do the kitchen duties, which cut Kenshin and Aoshi loose to tend to what Sano had interrupted earlier.

“Just one candle tonight Kenshin-san,” Aoshi said as he made himself comfortable on the futon. “I enjoy looking at you when the light in here is dim.”

Kenshin lit the single candle-lamp in the corner of the room, and then he made his way to Aoshi’s side and sat cross-legged directly in front of the ninja eagerly anticipating the next level of connection with his male lover.

“I should have taken you at the alcove today,” Aoshi said, and then he swiped his lips with his tongue. “I wanted to, there is no doubt about that.” The look in the shinobi’s sleepy ice-blue eyes also bore the evidence of desire.

“It is a good thing Sano happened along, or we could have been further along, and if someone should have walked in and found us like that…” Kenshin chuckled leaving the rest to speculation.

“Precisely why it was very stimulating,” Aoshi said with a sigh as he recalled the excitement he experienced in the main house earlier. The recollection of Kenshin’s passionate expression as Aoshi initiated their intimacy earlier whetted his desire right then. “I have to say that remembering us in the alcove…”

Aoshi didn’t bother to finish his sentence; instead he arrested the opportunity and quickly took Kenshin into his arms, as he had done earlier. Kenshin was terribly roused as well. His groin bulged beneath his kimono, and the ache between his legs was urgently rallying for attention. In only an instant his flesh responded, and then his arms found its way around Aoshi’s waist. Before long, the two were entwined in a mutual ritual of giving and receiving. Neither of them sought to conquer the other the way they normally enjoyed competing for dominance, but this time, they were given over to a deeper desire that was driving them toward release.

With oral play heating their passion for further play, Kenshin ran his fingers gently over Aoshi’s scars. Doing Aoshi in such a manner fanned the fire at the swordsman’s loins. Healed wounds had always attracted Kenshin, for as many scars he had inflicted upon the flesh of other swordsmen, Kenshin felt a sense of relief when a fresh wound scared over, rather than turn fatal.

Kenshin’s tongue trailed from Aoshi’s lips and found its way to one of the shinobi’s healed flesh wounds. There, his lips surround the tensed, leathery, tissue that had once caused Aoshi pain. He licked at it, and then his oral ministering turned into light-sucking smacks that could be heard very clearly in their quiet room.

“Haaa,” Aoshi breathed hotly into the still air. He tossed his head back as he relished the incredible sensations Kenshin was causing his body to experience. Aoshi’s muscles quivered each time Kenshin’s hot tongue lapped at his skin. “It has been a long time since I’ve felt anything right there,” Aoshi said referring to a section of thick scaring just above his left nipple. “But now Kenshin, I feel you.”

Kenshin ran his tongue over all of Aoshi’s scar tissues that were on the shinobi’s shoulders and upper torso. Aoshi lost himself in the sensual bath, and the way he responded to the oral ministrations encouraged Kenshin to take even more of him. Along with the tongue-lashing, Kenshin administered increasingly hard sucking kisses, which Aoshi responded to with even more intensity. When Kenshin rolled his tongue around Aoshi’s nipples, it was as through electricity fired through the shinobi. That was when silence fled the room.

“Ahggh!” Aoshi hollered wildly as he felt Kenshin’s teeth nip at his sensitive nipples. “Haaa…” He quickly cradled Kenshin’s head with his hands; his long fingers toyed at the corner of Kenshin’s lips while he was being suckled passionately.

Aoshi’s cries of pleasure enveloped them in the small room, and it drove Kenshin’s desire to take Aoshi soaring. Kenshin was beside himself with sexual hunger and Aoshi looked to him to be a promising and satisfying meal. Kenshin positioned himself on his knees at face with Aoshi. His hands quickly dashed about the front of his own kimono and undid its binding. Once his manhood was released he hustled to take his flesh into his hand, and then he stroked its stiffened shaft right before the eyes of Aoshi.

“Join me Aoshi,” Kenshin muttered hungrily. His eyes shown golden and sparkled sharply. Even in the defused light of the darkened room the eyes of the hitokiri was plainly visible. The candle did little to direct any light worth mentioning, but ordinary light wasn’t needed to illuminate the eyes of the hitokiri.

Aoshi realized the look, not only upon Kenshin’s eyes, but there was a luminescence all its own. It spurred Aoshi into frenzy. He stripped himself of his garment and offered his body to Kenshin, for it was the hitokiri that harbored within Kenshin that dominated Aoshi. He would be the first to admit that he had no resistance whenever when Kenshin exchanged his passive persona for the infamous hitokiri.

Kenshin stroked his shaft as he watched Aoshi remove his clothing. With the back of his free hand Kenshin wiped the saliva that collected at the sides of his mouth from being over zealous indulging rather ravenously at Aoshi’s fleshy chest caps just moments prior.

Aoshi was awed by Kenshin’s appearance, for noone has seen Kenshin in such a state, unless if they had known him before, as the manslayer. After Kenshin had sworn never to kill, such a revealing was rare, but Aoshi had won the privilege to be able to call upon the hitokiri, for passionate appearances.

Kenshin drew near to Aoshi, his body just short of touching the shinobi’s torso as he knelt. He applied the drooling moisture from the tip of his cock upon the scars on Aoshi’s chest. It was as though he was applying healing salve onto fresh wounds. It was a truly passionate gesture, one that was not taken for granted by Aoshi. In fact, Aoshi was tremendously touched by affection for Kenshin, for the shinobi had never experienced such displays of passionate care.

Aoshi closed his eyes as Kenshin’s pelvis pressed upon him; the straight, stiff flesh of the swordsman was perfectly positioned between his chest plates. “Mmmm,” hummed Aoshi in seventh heaven.

Kenshin pushed his masculine pulp against Aoshi, deliberately rubbing himself on the sensitive nipples he lavished with oral adoration in preparation for his present actions, obviously receiving much pleasure from the friction Aoshi’s scars were causing him to experience.

The gesture melted Aoshi’s hidden heart and tore down the ramparts that he had set up between himself and the world. Right then, Aoshi was as vulnerable as a lamb in a lion’s den. His lips parted, and his head rested on the back of his shoulders as glanced up at the ceiling uttering sounds of pure pleasure from under his breath.

Kenshin’s voice, deep and drenched with lust, spoke softly to Aoshi as he continued to throng his manhood against Aoshi’s chest. “No…” Kenshin whispered. “I’ll not see an end to this. I must have you in this manner, even through eternity.”

“The women…” Aoshi was about to bring Kaoru and Misao to the forefront of their spurts of verbal interaction.

“No. Aoshi stop,” Kenshin flat-out demanded. He quickly sat upon his heels; his eyes were shining with golden fire, which Aoshi had witnessed more than once, both in combat with the swordsman, and in passionate exchange. Kenshin peered into Aoshi’s iced-over blues, and with a definite binding connection he said, “I cannot live without this passion, I refuse to consider it. Even if we have to live double lives to carry on for the sake of our heirs, I will not abandon what we have found here between us.”

Aoshi had nothing to say, for he desired the same as Kenshin. The two no longer battled with what to do about their relationship, whether to abandon the idea of staying together, or fight for what had them feeling alive again. It was well decided, for the both of them. As strong as the two had proven themselves to be as men, they were vulnerable to each other, making them mutually inseparable.

With preliminary play set aside, the men were ready to advance toward their culmination. It was Kenshin who secured control this time as he lowered Aoshi, by the shoulders, to the futon below. “I must take you now,” Kenshin’s determined breath caressed the nape of Aoshi’s neck.

“Do it…” Aoshi muttered quietly, his words also thick with passion. “No need to bother with preparing me, I am ready.”

“Oro?” Kenshin questioned, his heartbeats increased noticeably, for Aoshi’s suggestion stimulated the swordsman considerably. “Then bend your legs apart and I will do the rest.” Kenshin took Aoshi’s left leg and bent it at the knee. Positioning himself between Aoshi’s lower limbs Kenshin held his cock at face with Aoshi’s incredibly tight portal. In the excitement of taking Aoshi without preparation, which would obviously cause the shinobi considerable amount of pain, Kenshin peered directly into Aoshi’s eyes, and then he pushed his cock against Aoshi’s anal rim.

“Ahhh yes!” The words pushed forth from Aoshi with a gust of breath.

The dryness of Aoshi’s portal made it a little painful for Kenshin as well. The skin of the tip of his cock stretched back and pulled at the center eye of his organ. “Mmmn,” muttered Kenshin as he proceeded to gain entrance. Though uncomfortable, the stinging sensation of his stretching skin urged Kenshin to push forward rather forcefully causing both of them to pitch groans into the still night air.

Aoshi’s fingernails dug deeply into Kenshin’s arms signaling his discomfort as Kenshin pushed his organ deeper into the shinobi’s entryway. There was no given moment, which Kenshin allowed Aoshi to adjust to the sexual seize, but the swordsman pushed straight through, separating the muscles of Aoshi’s snug, rectal cavern.

Unable to keep the pleasurable agony docked, Aoshi let out a painfully, blissful groan as soon as Kenshin’s pelvis pushed up against his buttocks. Yes, Kenshin had finally pushed his cock as deep into Aoshi as it possibly could go, and he let out a steady moan, which vibrated in his throat. His body and muscles twitched from the pleasure that flowed from his penis into his testicles, which began building immense pressure within.

Kenshin fell forward atop Aoshi, placed his mouth over the shinobi’s wet lips, and fed Aoshi a deep kiss, while he thrust his cock back and forth into his lover. Ravenously, Aoshi intercepted Kenshin’s tongue with his oral muscle, swirling, sucking, and nipping in the aura of passion. Aoshi surrendered entirely to being fucked by Kenshin, willfully and completely.

Aoshi reached behind Kenshin’s head and grasped the binding that held the swordsman’s hair together until the shimmering red locks were released. It fell upon the two like a silken blanket, and it was like another part of Kenshin that enshrouded Aoshi caressing his skin, as Kenshin rocked his hips continuing to urge the both of them toward their binding apogee.

“Aoshi—soon,” Kenshin groaned in the heat of passion.

“Hai… Haaah,” Aoshi replied, acknowledging that he too was very close to their culmination. He took a handful of Kenshin’s hair and twirled it snugly around his cock. “Mmmn,” he hummed as he pumped it up and down his shaft. As silky as Kenshin’s hair was, it offered a new sensation as Aoshi stroked it against his cock, and as sensitive he was, Kenshin’s hair worked as a good buffer. “Himura!” Aoshi shouted.

Kenshin felt his lover’s anal grip around his cock tighten, and then the spasms followed. Kenshin could have sworn that Aoshi was skillfully milking his cock, coaxing him to arrive in tandem. Kenshin couldn’t deny the obvious fact that Aoshi was in control over his body, for the very instant that Aoshi’s sphincter clamped around Kenshin’s shaft to deliver the bounty into the bundle of the swordsman’s hair; Kenshin let out a shrill of his own, and joined the shinobi, pumping his seed deep within Aoshi’s cavern.

Breathless, both men collapsed, one next to the other, chest heaving to replenish the wind it took from them in their labor of passion.

“It was good to see the hitokiri again,” said Aoshi as he looked over at Kenshin.

Kenshin smiled with arched brows and agreed, “It was good for the both of us. That it was.”

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It was well into the evening when Horie and Nakuyo returned to the main chamber. After the evening meal, they enjoyed watching a few of Horie’s more talented men who were a part of an ensemble that brought entertainment to the security crew, and also the staff workers of the hidden palace. The show revolved around different musical skits, which were sometimes humorous; just the thing needed to keep the men’s spirits keeled evenly.

Nakuyo knew that there was something going on in Horie’s mind, but he didn’t want to begin guessing what it could be. It would be futile task, for Horie’s mind was complex, and not easily read. Nevertheless, Nakuyo felt Horie’s eyes upon him all evening. He didn’t dare to glance over at the young woman that was seated on the other side of Horie. Nakuyo kept his eyes on the entertainment, or on the table in front of him. He avoided the occasion for any interaction with the woman, including conversation.

“Nakuyo.” Horie said to gather his page’s attention.

“Yes Horie-sama?”

“Tonight, I will show you a passage, but you mustn’t tell anyone about it.”

“Yes of course… I mean no I won’t tell anyone, I’ll keep it to myself,” Nakuyo said, his voice a bit shaky as he tried to keep up with Horie’s long gaits as they walked down the corridor.

Their footsteps echoed throughout the long hall as they walked from the dining area. The dark atmosphere gave way to the warm lights of the wall fires as they approached the main chamber’s threshold. Horie didn’t stop, or even slowed his canter through the main chamber, and Nakuyo was keeping good time at Horie’s side. They exited the main chamber and continued through the corridor that attached Horie’s sleep chamber to the previous chamber.

There was no doubt where they were headed. Nakuyo knew that the time had come when the mystery of the room connected to Horie’s sleep chamber was going to be revealed to him. Excitement stirred beneath his chest, as well as the bag of butterflies that seemed to have been released within his gut.

Nakuyo was right in his guess. Horie let him through the personal sleep chambers, and before entering the attached room, Horie lit a wall lamp, and then entered the mystery room. Nakuyo followed closely at Horie’s heels feeling apprehensive at that point.

The mystery chamber was completely bare, except for a thick-based bamboo beam that looked like it was inserted vertically below the surface of the floor, and then somehow cemented into the ground beneath. At the top of the column rode another beam, horizontally. To Nakuyo, it appeared to be a huge bird perch. He chose to ignore it, or at least overlook it, for he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to know what purpose it served.

Horie led them across the room, and then into another room that was much smaller than any other room in the underground layout. There, Horie mounted the wall lamp on its peg.

“There,” Horie pointed. “The passage that you are to tell no one!”

The look in Nakuyo’s wide eyes expressed that the young man was totally caught up in the adventure. He had led a sheltered life at the monastery raised by the monks, but deep down inside of the young man, Nakuyo had many dreams of adventures, all of which he thought would never become a part of his true life experience. However, since his redemption and bestowed position as Horie’s page, Nakuyo had been constantly at face with adventures.

“Follow me closely…” said Horie, his voice trailed off behind him as he stepped through a very narrow passage, which led the two into utter darkness.

Nakuyo followed Horie’s instructions, weaving their way through a considerable amount of twists and turns until finally, just ahead appeared a hint of sunlight.

“Ara*!” Nakuyo exclaimed. “We are going outside?”

“You shall soon find out,” Horie replied as he continued to lead Nakuyo to their destination. “Just a little further.”

A little further was right, for the men broke away from the cold darkness that enveloped them. Nakuyo was forced to squint his eyes before they adjusted to the real sunlight that he had not seen for months. A strong gust of wind blew against Nakuyo’s body sending the bottom of his kimono straight up into the air and almost covered his visage. To Nakuyo’s surprise he found them standing right at the edge of a terribly high cliff. It was so high, that Nakuyo felt lightheaded at the thought of being so vulnerable to falling, for there was nothing to hold onto if he should slip.

“As you can see Nakuyo, this passage is totally hidden from anyone. The cliffs are too steep for anyone to climb their way to the top of this point. The cliffs surround it’s summit, and this is the only way to it.”

Nakuyo was in awe of the beauty that surrounded him. As he leaned against the cliff’s wall, part of the mountain hung over his head, so they were well tucked within the mountain’s crevasse. At his opposite vista the vast wilderness and mighty trees stretched out for miles below. Circling above the greenery were the birds of prey, flying freely in a leisurely manner appearing to ignore effort as they flew. It was indeed, such a breathtaking sight for Nakuyo.

“This way boy,” Horie said as he made his way along the narrow cliff that went on for another fifty yards, or so.

“Oh! Yes, yes,” Nakuyo said as he suddenly realized that he had been so focused on the view that he hadn’t noticed that Horie had created a big gap between them. He set one foot in front of the other very carefully and inched his way forward, toward Horie.

Upon reaching the other side and elated that his feet were on flat, solid ground, Nakuyo sprinted to catch up with his lord.

“Just right up here Nakuyo,” Horie teased, obviously enjoying the opportunity to play-tease his page. It had been the first time in a very long time since Horie took time to engage in playful antics. That day was indeed one of the rare occasions.

Nakuyo was enjoying the lighter side of Horie. In fact, he was beginning to feel more at ease with the strict underground leader. He had always admired Horie from the first day that he met the underground lord at the monastery. He had never seen a man carry himself with such pride and confidence. Nakuyo’s eyes were glued upon the syndicate leader from the very beginning.

The same could be said for Horie, for he found it difficult to concentrate on much of anything else after he saw Nakuyo waiting on the monks during bonsai. Nakuyo stood by the gifted monks as they trained delicate bonsai trees into being works of art. People from all over the area purchased the fine living art. Nakuyo was taught from an early age how to care for the plants, and the responsibility of maintaining their health was his primary duty.

Yes, it was the same for both Horie and Nakuyo. Each was fascinated with the other, and a definite attraction had Horie take on Nakuyo that day as his personal page. He never regretted doing so, yet he took his time training the young man, as to not to spoil Nakuyo’s genuine character that originally had is interest captured.

Horie led Nakuyo to the top of the summit emerging from the tree cover to an opening where the sun shown brightly. It was as through Nakuyo had fallen asleep and was partaking in a wonderful dream. The scenery was breathtaking. Bamboo swayed in the cool breeze, bending and creaking. A couple of gray-headed buntings were being melodic adding to the dreamy like landscape that surrounded the men.

“Come, sit here,” Horie ordered pointing to a patch of long, wispy grass next to a configuration of nature-sculptured boulders.

“Horie-sama!” Nakuyo exclaimed with excitement. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful!”

“There is beauty all around us Nakuyo,” said Horie as his eyes bathed in the young man’s appearance.

“But nothing like this Horie-sama. Nothing could be more beautiful than this place here.”

The cool breezes turned into very light gusts, rustling the bamboo together that produced a very calming, almost hypnotic melody. As the wind played within the reeds next to them, so too Nakuyo’s hair was stroked by the gusts, as though invisible fingers combed through his ebony locks.

“Brilliant…” Horie whispered.

“Hmmm?” Nakuyo questioned, his eyes were filled with curiosity as he gazed up at Horie.

“You Nakuyo,” replied Horie. “You appear to shine brilliantly here, as through you had always been here, even before now.”

Horie’s fingers touched the curvatures of Nakuyo’s face, outlining the perfection of the young man’s features. “So very soft,” he whispered.

The strength in Horie’s eyes was present as Nakuyo gazed into them, but to Nakuyo’s surprise, there was no hardness found in them. Nakuyo looked deeper into Horie’s orbs and was amazed to find warmth, and even gentleness. Amazingly, Nakuyo was soothed beyond words, as Horie seemed to be someone other than the hard, cunning underground leader right then.

“No one will bother us here,” said Horie as he leaned in to kiss Nakuyo’s puckers. Horie closed his eyes and lightly brushed Nakuyo’s lips with his own, taking the time and making the effort to taste the young man. He lightly caressed the lower lip, and then he ran his tongue directly under Nakuyo’s upper lip feeling the young man’s smooth ivory tiles beneath his tongue. “You taste exquisite.”

“What if someone sees us here?” Nakuyo questioned.

Horie chuckled loudly, looked at Nakuyo’s genuine concern, and then he laughed heartily. “Don’t concern yourself with the impossible. Besides, if anyone should disobey my orders willfully by their appearance here, it will certainly be the last thing they will ever see.”

Nakuyo swallowed hard making a gulping sound in his throat. “You don’t mean that…”

“I most certainly do mean that I would end their lives! Right on the spot, for I specifically made it known that we were not to be disturbed for any reason whatsoever.”

It puzzled Nakuyo that Horie had chosen him to be the comfort of the underground lord’s soul, but he couldn’t let the thought keep him from bringing pleasure to Horie. Nakuyo was prepared to do anything it was to satisfy Horie’s desires, for the young man knew that Horie’s desire right then, was to take him completely.
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